The Last of the Firsts

One year ago, this weekend, my brother was killed in an accident. I miss his jokes, his laughter, his concern, his dedication to his family, and his fun loving manner with his nieces and nephews. I cannot believe that a year has passed since I saw him.

Time fades our memories. It dulls them, takes the shine away, but a photograph can give us an image that jogs the memories and brings back that moment vividly. My photographs of him help keep our memories strong. While I can’t see my brother anymore, all I have to do is look at his photographs to keep him close.

We spent summers on the farm when we lived in Michigan and Jorah hated leaving the farm and her Uncle. She clung to him as she said goodbye.
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When I found this image, tears came. This is Kalla but she looks so much like Rylynn that it is hard to distinguish who is who in baby photographs. I hate that I don’t have a photograph of Ry and Colin, but in this image, I can see Ry with her Uncle.
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February 14, 2010 - 8:42 pm

Mark Denman - Sorry to learn about your lost Kim. I can empathize completely. I’m glad that you have the memories of him in these images to bring him closer.

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