|I'm a bad photographer, but it says|
"In loving memory of Kevin James Kehoe, Sr.
and Charlotte Elizabeth Eck."
Writing novels is, in its way, the author's grasp at immortality. I won't deny it, there's something strangely satisfying about leaving some kind of tangible proof that I was here on this planet--that I had stories to tell. Still, better than this is sealing in ink the fact that others, who will not have the opportunity to do it for themselves, were here and were loved and mattered so much.