When a Moment Becomes a Memory

by Sarah Hodges Stalls June. 16, 2018 432 views

I've picked up a camera more times than I can begin to count. I've captured images of wildlife, nephews, buildings, birthdays and beaches. I can digitally retrace trips, work projects and a few thousand sunsets. But the images captured on one ordinary day taught me what it meant to really capture memories.

It seemed like an ordinary afternoon, a Saturday I think. We were all at my Dad's house. When we moved things outside, I grabbed my camera. Pop got the lawn mower out so he could race push mowers with my nephew. Just a day at Grandpas.

My Pop, John Manning and his buddy, Sandy.

My Pop, John Manning and his buddy, Sandy.

We all played in the yard for the afternoon. Nothing special, at least I didn't think so then.

Bobby, then my boyfriend now my husband; my nephew, Taylor; my other brother, Sandy; and my Pop.

Bobby, then my boyfriend now my husband; my nephew, Taylor; my other brother, Sandy; and my Pop.

Before long, there would be no more images like these. Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma came in like a thief and took Pop. He struggled terribly. And in those days, there were no new photos. These are the days to remember.

Never under estimate the importance of a camera and the power of an image. Images can fill gaps of the heart and cracks in time.

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