Photo Story: My Inheritance

My loving partner Jack lost his father in April 2014. This video is a story of how his father influenced his life and a testament to his memory.

Death isn’t final. We are left with a myriad of memories in our minds that keeps that person alive. The smell of fresh coffee in the morning or a song from their favorite band strikes something deep within us .

Jack’s feelings for his father’s departure reminded me of a quote from the novel “Memoirs of a Geisha.” The main character explains how loss cannot be described.

“At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.”
Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha





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