From the very beginning of this new life in which loss and grief are major players, I’ve had difficulty with photographs. I love taking pictures, especially self-portraits, and I take them almost constantly. So when our daughter died abruptly and without known cause, it hurt to return from the hospital without our daughter and see the photographs from Before. I felt like they had betrayed me. Shouldn’t I have known that something so horrible was about to happen? Shouldn’t there have been a warning hidden within those photographs?
I combed through them, looking for some sort of sign of the horror that had come upon us so suddenly. I had taken pictures up until the day she died . . . but of course there were no warning signs in them when I searched them from my new life in After. . . .
Today I am writing over at Still Standing Magazine!