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