I fear this will happen to you too, now that you're gone. Soon I will no longer remember the things that irritated me, the arguments and pettines, the ways we failed to understand one another. They cannot disappoint us, cannot contradict our stories about them, cannot step down from the pedestal we have built. We call it remembrance, but often it is a kind of canonization. Is that a better fate than creating a forgery of you in my life?