Scrolling through photos on my phone…
I’ve taken a colorful array the last two years. Beautiful pictures. Scrolling through them fast, it looks like a full and happy life. I am pleased. But as I slow down and look at them, the expected stirring of emotions doesn’t happen.
The photos look like a fun time. Or a peaceful time. They’re really beautiful.
But the emotions they trigger don’t match the photographs. They trigger what I was feeling when the photo was taken: pain.
About each one, I think “That was me at two months,” That was me at six months,” “That was my first Christmas without him.”
There I am. My mask is smiling.
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