Remembering

Trish's Father passed away a month ago and she wondered if I could take some images of her old homestead, so that she could create a keepsake.

This was Trish's first time back at the house since Paddy died, though over the last few years, she had spent many a night tending to his needs. It was difficult for her, but slowly the anxiety and sadness subsided.

As I worked my way through the house capturing images of the life that was, Trish wandered around and took it all back in. As I wandered down the hallway, I saw Trish standing at one of the bedroom windows lost in her own world.

Time is (and will be for Trish) a great healer.