Yesterday morning, I got a text message from an old friend from high school. The text came in at 5am, and after I read it, I couldn't possibly go back to sleep. So I took this picture for you.
My friend M's text message told me that his former wife and the mother of his six year old daughter and four year old son had been killed in a plane crash. The woman he was married to for ten years and the mother of his children is now dead. So I took 35 more pictures until the sunrise was officially ended. Then I spent the whole day wandering around in a daze, trying to figure out how to help him. Nothing helpful occurred to me. So I took another picture at dusk. Then I took about ten more. Here is the best one:
I am incredibly bothered by the fact that I can do absolutely nothing to help him with this one. He has little kids. Tiny little kids who just lost their mom. It's just beyond horrible. I don't know what to do.
And that's all I have to say today.
4 comments:
Damn. That's rough. It sucks feeling helpless, too. :(
Crap. I'm sorry. That just sucks.
Oh man. So tragic.
It;s not a giant leap to say that with your photos, you were marking the constancy of life: sunrise to sunset always happens...as does birth and death.
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