Friends grieve the loss of two loved ones overcome by an early morning fire on Chicago’s west side. The details of the story are sad, awful, beyond which any of us would want to experience. In this case, the man at right tried to save his brother and mother but was overcome by smoke and was prevented from doing so. At the end of the day, there were facial expressions, voices, sounds, and raw emotions that didn’t get conveyed through my 4×6 prism and yet would linger in the mind of any person with any humanity. All I can hope for in witnessing such grief is that there is some beneficial purpose to the pictures that would be made manifest in those who would share in their pain. I lean on this, hope for this, pray for this.