Love & Loss

As I looked through the course of her cancer and the pictures that her husband took of her, I felt memories come flooding back from my own experience with cancer within my family.
The first pictures seemed so happy, and normal. I can't help but wonder if these were taken right before they got the news.
When Angelo said, "These photos do not define us, but they are us." I thought that these photos were not everything that they did. He could not have sat all day waiting for his wife to do something that would look right for his project. They had a life outside of the waiting, and sadness, and doctor's appointments. But still he managed to capture everything he needed to; his wife doing the most simp of things. The normal things when none of what was happening was normal.

If I were in his situation, I would have only taken the pictures if it made a difference to her. If she wanted to document her sickness and everything that went on between the beginning and the end.

If I could write Angelo a letter, I would ask him what his reason was behind the pictures, and how he felt through the whole thing. How he stuck by her side, and how he could possibly be strong when she couldn't.