Monday, June 15, 2009
Since March my world had turned upside down. My father passing was unexpected and my mom breaking both her wrist two days before my father's death, was just a sign of what was to come. When someone close to you leaves without pain and suddenly, you are left with the feeling of lost and abandonment. I know my dad didn't intend to leave that day and even now during my conversation with friends and strangers, I refer to him in the present tense. Not "was" but "is". I know probably it is not healthy but with strangers I like to pretend my dad is still alive and in a weird way to them he is alive. Alive in my memory. I miss him.
So I thought this artist represents how I felt. Small and horrified the fact that my dad has died. Gone...
Photographer Jonah Samson - Pleasantville