Those of you who know me well know that I buried my father last week, after he battled leukemia for almost three years. Now begins the harder project—reassembling my memories of him. All our photographs are suddenly worth more. This photograph of my parents on their wedding day hung in their bedroom when I was a child. I have always, always loved it.
So, here’s to you, Dad. I’m not sure how I’m going to get through photographing the father-daughter dance for the rest of my life … and I miss you so much.
photo credit: William Searcy