I just had a memory come to mind that I hadn’t thought of in months. I remembered holding your hand on the deck of the ship the morning we had docked in Victoria. We stood at the railing, overlooking the city. I don’t think we said much. And then we ran through the hall, you clutching me from behind. An old couple made a comment about us as we passed, “They know where they’re going.” Things were so nice. I wonder what I did to have life treat me so well then.