Photo Source: PickPik When You Were Still Alive For Dr. Brian Salluck                                                                             An early wintry morning, we’re walking together arm in arm, and you laugh and say, “My son is twice as tall as his mother!”, and as you laugh, you exhale flowery clouds of carbon dioxide; it’s December; the ground is covered in hoarfrost, the sun is a red bull behind a metallic haze, the brittle branches of the trees, tender and graceful, as if...