49. Yule Ball
18th November, 2069
40 years, 7 months

Art placed the needle onto the record.
"We danced to this song at one of the balls our university held. Where we met."
He turned to his father, who was hastily wiping his eyes.
"Dad," was all he could say.
"She always appreciated a fine tune. She loved the concinnity of the Oslo Philharmonic."
"Well I," he gulped hard. "I think it's an appropriate song for her burial."
His father nodded. "I think so too."
Art felt the heavy waves of grief just as vividly as when he lost Danielle. And now his father was going through the same loss.