When the phone rang Sunday morning, I didn’t expected to hear tragic news. One of my brides (PK) was calling to tell me her brother-in-law tragically died in an auto accident. He was only 23, and after 2 1/2 months of marriage, her new groom (D) had lost not only his brother, but also his best man. PK was rapidly trying to gather images of her brother-in-law for the funeral.
I can’t seem to shake this couple from my thoughts. I’m struck by not only how fragile life really is, but also how a photograph can suddenly take on new importance. In fact, in some instances, it may be all we have left to remind us of a certain time in our life or a certain person. It reminds me of why I do what I do.
I’m so happy I was able to capture this moment. There are times when I have to shoot within the constraints of a location or set up, which is limiting. But on this particular wedding day, the gift of being in the right place at the right time, with the right access to lighting and position allowed a very precious memory to be preserved forever.
PK and D, I’m so very sorry for your loss.