5.31.2011
An Afternoon Full of Boys
2.24.2011
the last picture
Have you ever looked for a picture of a friend or loved one and can’t find a picture of them? Or have you lost someone so close to your heart that you want to remember them in all the ways you can—and the only way to see them again is in a picture? Some of you know what I mean by this. I lost my mother to illness about 4 years ago. And since then, I’ve acquired as many pictures of her as I can, from her baby years when I didn’t know her to the years she was a mother and I can remember every detail of her. And as she got older and we got older, there were fewer and fewer pictures.
I’ve had so many people tell me that they haven’t had their pictures taken in years or since their 6-year-old was a baby. For many who are still single or are newly single, it feels silly to get portraits made without a family to surround them. Others don’t like to see themselves in pictures or simply don’t take the time.
My goal in saying these things is not to be a Debbie Downer. I hope to inspire you to take the time to make memories you can hold in your hand of those you love. Pictures are so important because at the certain moment when you love someone so much you can capture them at that exact time and have a lifelong memory. And we are blessed with so many good times that we often forget that this specific time—right now, this age, this place in life—will never come again.
A photograph is cheap, a piece of paper with some ink on it. But there are a number of pictures I would shed tears over if I lost them. It’s not just the details of a face. Looking at a picture of Mom evokes so many memories in me. I can remember how good she smelled and how she moved and what her hands felt like.
It’s tempting to skip the pictures as we get older—we don’t need to be reminded of the gray in our hair. Or as we gain a few pounds—we don’t need to see that we weigh a little more than we used to. But coming from someone who knows how full life can be with someone you love and the hole that they leave when they’re gone, it’s priceless to have a picture to look back at.