This may look like just a shattered mobile phone. But it’s more than that. It’s an allegory! It’s the phone that 19 year old Luke put together for me months before the accident that killed him last December. He sat at the kitchen table working on it patiently asking questions like, ‘do you want Messenger on the front screen?’ and showing me how it worked. ‘Switch on the security screen before you put it in your bag,’ he sighed when I asked why the icons moved all over the place when I put it in my bag. After his death I particularly treasured that phone.