A photo of them, kept in your Apple Wallet. Private, and with you anytime.
People used to carry each other in lockets. A small hinged thing on a chain, with someone’s face inside. You opened it when you missed them. Then we stopped, and the photographs went into boxes under the stairs.
A Wallet pass is the same kind of card as a boarding pass or a concert ticket: it lives in Apple Wallet, opens with a swipe from your lock screen, and needs no app, no account and no signal. Ours carries a photograph on the front and your words on the back.
Nothing to sign up for and nothing charged. Put a photo in and watch what it becomes.
Not an app. Not a widget. A pass in Apple Wallet, sitting between your coffee card and your flight. Except it’s her.
“I have three dogs and now I have three of these. Absolutely no regrets.”
“Took about a minute. My sister cried. Worth the six dollars for that alone.”
“I made one of my dad last year. I open it more than I expected to. It’s just there, with everything else.”