I took this picture shortly after two members of my family had passed away within a week of each other, my dog had died unexpectedly ( death, no matter how we try to prepare ourselves for it’s arrival is never really ‘expected’, is it? ) and with those three deaths my world broke apart into a tiny little pieces.
I’ve never been able to find them all again, let alone repair the damage.
I think this picture captures that time in my life and memorializes it perfectly.
It’s a fitting gravestone for a life that no longer exists.
If she stopped her car right now, if she turned off the engine and got out at this exact moment and went into the diner would she find what she was looking for? Would she find adventure and sin, would there be roadmaps at the counter that were old and full of ghost towns she could haunt? If she got out now and walked into the diner would the moon wink, would the crows scream would she find her ending or beginning if she stopped her car and got out right now.
I think we know what our destiny is, that’s what we are afraid to face, I think that’s what holds us back sometimes.