Death is inevitable, yet we grasp onto our loved ones memory with such fervour in hopes of relieving our own fear of death and being forgotten. With death, we seize to affect our surroundings and those around us, which inevitably can also result in your memory being forgotten. This is where the do-we-have-a-purpose angst begins. While documenting my family mourn the loss of a loved son, brother, nephew, cousin, grandson I observe the face of cognizance, sadness along with a glimpse of hope.