I was in the middle of doing that mindless thing you do when walking around the mall when my phone rang. It was a groom from a recent wedding. His voice was panicked. He and his new wife had received a terrible phone call. The kind of phone call that changes everything. They learned that her father had suddenly, and tragically, been killed in an auto accident. The last photograph of the bride and her father together was from their wedding.
One Sunday morning I received a call from another bride. I knew by the sound of her voice something wasn’t right. She went on to explain that her new husband’s brother had been killed the night before in an off-chance car accident. They needed photos of her brother-in-law from the wedding as quickly as possible.
I’m not trying to take a downward turn in mood or to divulge my clients personal lives on the internet. (This post is honoring all those mentioned.) And as much as I never want anyone to experience this sort of loss, in these particular times, a photograph shows it’s face as a true treasure. And usually the most favorite photos that families turn toward are not the ones where everyone is lined up perfectly, colors coordinating, and the lighting just right. Its actually the images that help them remember those endearing quirks about their loved one. That very thing that makes people who they are.
Shannon’s grandma seemed to have that kind of spirit. Just look at her! Grandma looked forward to Shannon’s wedding for months. Maybe the wedding was the very thing that kept her going because shortly after that she started to fail. Shannon called, preparing for the worst. She needed a print of her favorite photograph of grandma from the wedding. From the moment my finger pressed the shutter, this has been one of my favorite wedding photos too. Capturing the human spirit at it’s finest. That’s what it’s about.