For many families, the refrigerator door is a communication hub: grocery lists, report cards, invitations, magnets from far off places, art projects and calendars. 

Some of it’s meaningless, but it’s minutiae that makes up life, and when someone dies, these pieces of ephemera can suddenly feel like holy relics.

This is where we share those stories.

This is our fridge door, our refrigerator reliquary.