Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last. ― Juan Rulfo She did not belong to the healthy group of widows and widowers who, after mourning, would nurture the seed of their grief into growing from loss—perhaps continuing the dreams of the lost, or learning to cherish alone the things they’d cherished together. She belonged instead to the sad lot who clung to grief, who nurtured it by never moving beyond it. They’d shelter it deep inside where the years padded it in saudade layers like some malignant pearl. ― Darrell Drake, A Star-Reckoner's Lot With these two quotes, we enter the realm of Fading Picture Of a Wedding Dress . Widowhood combined with memory-loss. The song deals with this (still) grieving widow, going through some old photos which evidentially fade like her memory does. “They couldn’t frame you, so where are you now?” she marvels. The Laura Mars reference, obviously, came