After losing family members, my perspective on everything- including family photography has deepened. Many of the pictures at my brother's funeral were ones I had taken, mostly at birthday parties and holiday get-togethers and summer cookouts. The best ones weren't necessarily the ones of him looking directly at the camera smiling but rather the ones where he was interacting with others in some way. A hand on his son's back as they walked down a country road, a soft glance at his wife, massive arms engulfing his baby girl in a closed-eyed hug. Some of the best pictures are blurry and out of focus, but when I look at them now, I swear I can almost feel his mannerisms and movements.