We were all standing there waiting on the photographer, my father told me later on the phone. And Mike said, You know what shes doing, dont you? Shes going to wait until the three of us are dead and then shes going to write about us. This is the picture that will run with the piece. My father said the idea hadnt occurred to him, and it wouldnt have occurred to Darrell, but as soon as Mike said it, they knew he was right. He was right. That was exactly what I meant to do. That is exactly what Im doing now.

These Precious Days by Ann Patchett