This is tough. I have searched and searched and there are VERY few pictures of me. Partly because I am always the one taking the pictures. Mostly because I flat out refused to have my picture taken. I remember being at my grandfather's birthday about 6 weeks after Adelyn died and my aunt tried to take a picture of me. I told her to please not take any pictures of me because I did not want to remember the worst time of my life. She gave me a sad look, but didn't try to take my picture again. I remember that being a very hard day for me and I was on the verge of tears the whole day and cried myself to sleep that night.
Anyway, I chose this picture:
This is the first picture I have of the "new me." That's the only reason I picked it. I don't really have any that capture my pain, and it's probably better that way. I'd rather not remember it.
3 comments:
That is a beautiful photo! Thank you for sharing sweetheart <3
Funny that we both posted family Christmas pictures. :)
That is how I felt about pictures too. I took a million that day before I found one that didnt look, "grief stricken" I can so easly see the pain in my brow or the "fake" smile and the pain behind it. I really dont like pictures even to this day, almost 2 years after. That is a really nice picture however Lisa, and thanks for sharing it <3
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