No Photos, Thanks

Letter 7 – No Photos, Thanks

 

Dear Garrett,

I can’t bring myself to look at any photos of you yet. I just can’t. You were a love of my life, but I can’t look at any of your pictures. Because you were alive when we took those pictures. And we were connected. And there was life when every picture was taken.

You take a picture because you love someone. You want to capture the moment when the picture is taken. You are loving the person you are taking the picture with. You are recording your love. And you see the love right there, in the photo. There it is. 

How can there be all this love and you not be here? Looking at any picture of you invites me into that pain, and believe me, I don’t need an invitation. So, no. No pictures just yet. Except, maybe, sometimes, just a sweeping glance once in a while. To see you for a moment and say, I see you. I see you, bud.

 

 

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