This week I went back into the past of this marriage, but with capturing moments of today. I took a trip to Tennessee this weekend for my Grandpa's birthday. As I was down there, I went to the cemetery in Maryville, outside of Knoxville. After the car accident, no one in our family has been able to get past the lose of my great-grandma. That alone is one of the reasons why this is all falling apart. The second picture goes back to a happier time, my parent's wedding in Neyland Stadium at Knoxville, Tennessee. This picture symbolizes hope. The second one looks like a picture I took on the fly, in a way I did. Every night my brother and my mom sit on the couch and watch TV together, Dad's always somewhere else. They are closer than anyone I have ever met, and that is also what is driving this thing into the ground. I decided this topic not as a form of therapy but at a way of saying that things like this still happens. Love can die, but hopefully not forever.
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