Losing a loved one. Losing digital image files.
Most people would think they are two entirely different things, as did I, until both things happened to me within 2 months of each other.
It goes without saying that losing a husband is devastating. But what happens when the last 12 years of digital image files go missing, and most of what I remember of those wonderful years living overseas is missing along with them? I grieve, I mourn, I deny, I dig a hole and climb in as far as I can go.
Until one day, two years later, I arrive at an epiphany. My husband is not coming back. Period. But I can get my pictures back. Three days (and copious amounts of cash) later I have all 12 years, 14k photos, and 400 GB of data sitting on a trustworthy external hard drive.
The very first image that appeared is the one you see above. Tom, Katie, and Joe (peeking around the left side of the image) enjoying a visit to a school in Nigeria that Tom helped raise money to build. I remember taking this picture. I remember the sounds, the smells, the laughter, the unbearable heat and humidity. I remember how happy Tom was to be there.
Please follow me to the PNW to see what Krista has tucked away for us to see. I sincerely hope her image is one of her stunning black & whites!