Dobleve

Several weeks ago I lost my aunt very unexpectedly. When it happened I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself, or for my family, and then I dreamt up a project sure to keep me busy for a while: I would find all the photos I had of her, scan them, and then find a special way to share them with my cousins, my uncle, my mother…. I tore apart the house digging through boxes and photo albums trying to track down some very specific, yet also very elusive photos. As it turned out I never found the photos I was searching for (and I dearly hope they are in our storage unit in the US) but as I got to the end of the boxes I realized I wasn’t nearly as upset as I would have expected. Instead I felt strangely happy. Because as I went through the boxes I found tons of other photos – photos that for one reason or another were never put into a photo album but most likely at some point enjoyed the exalted position of being on my photo bulletin board. They chronicle so many happy memories and capture the faces of so many people that I have loved and do love. It was the “do love” part that was making me feel peaceful because I realized that while not all of the people in the photos are still in my life today, I still love them, just as I will always, love her.

See a random sampling of some of my favorites here.