By: Abegail Byun

In this photo, my childhood stuffed bunny rests on my grandfather’s backpack during a family trip. I was only two or three at the time, too small to carry it myself. He was a man of few words, and most of the memories I have of him come from after his Alzheimer’s diagnosis. Seeing this moment, before the illness touched him, brings me joy—it reminds me that even in silence, love is carried in the simplest gestures.