Amy loved having her picture taken, but she rarely allowed me to hang on to the images. As much as she tried, she could never get used to the way I shared day-to-day events with my online students.She saw photographs as something private and I saw the camera as a window to our little world.
In the end, I gave most of my files to Amy. We shared some pictures on the web over the years, but for every pictures that got posted there were a dozen or more that she filed away.
I still have a few folders on my computer, but my main database is my memory. Years from now, when the pain isn’t quite so fresh, I’will sit down with my musical instruments, writing supplies, art supplies or all of the above and find a way to tell our beautiful and sad story.
Between then and now I’ll post some of those hotly debated photographs every now and then.