This is a picture of me as a child that fascinates me. It seems to capture my pain of growing up, my fear of change. I remember the day...my Dad was leaving, he lived in Florida and would visit periodically. I was crying but he still took the picture. The strange thing is that I wasn't so sad about his leaving, but about the change he caused when he would visit. Today I am feeling sad because I found out that a friend of mine is in his last days of life. For him, I am very, very sad he is leaving. I am sad for the loss of a friend.
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