A few days later, my best friend and roommate in college visited Shari and me at our hotel.  In his hand was an envelope containing some old holiday cards we sent him, and a stack of loose photos of us from our college days. Later that same day, my sister Caryn emailed me a picture of our wedding invitation and a few snapshots from our childhood.  In that moment, a lightbulb—or rather, a flashbulb— went off in my mind.  Our lost photos very likely were somewhere— either taken on someone else’s camera or if by me, someone else was also taking photos of the same shared moment, albeit from a different angle.