Today it arrived, 8 years 5 months & 5 days. I guess I always assumed that the headstone would make it hurt more. Finalize things. The truth of it though, it brought some much needed, long overdue peace.
I’m not sure how to explain it in words. I never questioned when his parents would have it or what would be on it. The realization of it all came on my birthday. Then I was shown the rough draft and cried. Cried because of the meaning. The existence behind something that had been missing.
Momma Lynch text me today saying it had arrived, and with the text she sent pictures. I cried. I couldn’t breathe. Not from sadness but from the overwhelming feeling of comfort. Obviously I finished what I was in the middle of doing and headed to the cemetery. It was more beautiful in person. Artistically amazing, just as he was. The two circles on the bottom corners are medals that his family was given after donating to save others. ❤ The back, among other items, holds two beautiful pieces left longer than any life or memory. The top left corner holds my exact turtle tattoo. His mom says when he left he took a part of me. The bottom right corner says 'Love, Jordan', my most favorite thing ever. It's traced so it's his handwriting. Signed almost to insinuate this is the end.
His parents and brother did an amazing job putting something together that no family should have to do for a child or younger sibling.
I love you guys to the moon & back and I'm more than certain he wouldn't change a thing on it if given the opportunity.
40,000 Americans die yearly by suicide, making it the 10th leading cause of death. Every 13.3 seconds someone takes their own life, leaving those who love them to live in a whirlwind of confusion, depression and a life without closure.
Down a road I’ve traveled but a few times, I found the remaining structure of what was once a home. Burned down to only its frame. Charred on the sides burning all but the boards & memories. What happened here? Who was affected? Was anyone lost or hurt? What now, for those that have lost? Fire is devastating, possibly runing forever anything that stands in its way.
This photo was taken inside the home, shooting through what was once a window, a barrel was the only color left behind, besides the changing leaves from the fall air.
We all know how I feel about my puppies. I think I speak for all ‘dog parents’, they are our world. They are not our ‘dogs’, they are out kids. We treat them as such, love them as such, talk to them (they understand us) and spoil them in such a way that non dog owners think ‘we’ are insane. A girlfriend of mine jumped on the dog bandwagon about 5 months ago. Not that long ago she looks at me and says, ‘B I get it.’ I was confused, ‘Get what?!’ ‘I get the love & loyalty. I get the happiness and joy. I get ‘hype’ of loving a dog.’ I could only smile and nod in response.
Yes, puppy stages are rough. The training, the frustration, the energy. Yes they track mud and dirt through out the house. Hair is always on something, & cleaning up after them is never ending. They can be expensive, they can’t tell you what’s wrong when there is an issue. Though the moment they make you laugh, remember what you’ve taught them, curl up beside you, lay at your feet in peace & vow to never leave your side when you need them the most, those are the moment you realize why you wouldn’t have it any other way
For a ‘wireless’ world, I sure am working with a lot of chords. Lots of good photos to sort through on this rainy lousy day. Suppose that’s what they are made for, getting indoor things done since no one wants to be inside when its 75 & sunny.
I’ll be here for awhile if anyone needs me 🙂
Shooting tonight was a lot of fun. I got to spend some much needed time with Alicia, whom I had no clue how much alike we really are. Talking with her made me realize just how much my head really was spinning. It’s pretty cool being able to stand in the middle of a road under a full moon & a sky full of stars, feeling the fall air chill your skin. The only way to get out of the confined space my thoughts are fighting through, is to carefully wade through the content.
Shot at Brockway Glass Company in Lapel IN, painted on a manhole.
The sign says it. As of late I feel like I’ve hit a dead end. Not in a bad way, not at all. Dead ends simply mean it’s time to check out a new road. I’ve been back and forth on the idea of returning to school to focus on a study that seems so obvious. A study where I would get to tie my love of photography & animals into days of awesomeness.
You know it’s time to check out new places when you can no longer drive down a road, any road and find something to shoot or something fun to occupy your time. A change of scenery would be awesome for my camera and healing for my soul. I’ll keep ya’ll posted, but you know, the pictures say it all!
Its the middle of August and its 60, rainy & cloudy. Indiana you have let me down and I’m ready to be done with you.
I soaked my sorrows in good company & my brother Nick :-). Blah days are the hardest, I’d never make it in Alaska.