Maybe it's all the Harry Potter I've been reading, but I'v been thinking about loved ones lost lately. As I snap photos I'll find myself sad that I won't be able to share them with my Auntie or Papa, or Justin's sweet Grandmother. What I've realized, though is that my grief for them has matured past being sad for them and mostly just being sad for me because I miss them. I think there's some kind of ultimate truth to that feeling. It is we who are crying because it is we who have suffered the loss. For me, thinking about death this way allows me to understand it better--to fear it less.
In any case, I don't think I should be too sad about not being able to share the photos. Photos are captured moments, a kind of proof that time can be made tangible--and when you are talking about death, that is a very comforting thought.
May I present some moments I've captured lately?
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