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Yesterday I heard that a friend I new back in high school had hit his head in a skateboarding accident and was now pronounced brain dead. He will be let go in a few days.

He was in my graduating class and was the sweetest boy. My whole high school community is shaken and heartbroken. I can’t imagine what his friends and family are going through.

I haven’t spoken to him in years, but I felt upset. One day he was fine, the next he was in the hospital in brain surgery, the next declared he would never come back.

It’s terrifying to think how quickly one life can be taken, and how many people are left heartbroken because they were touched by that one person, in whatever way.

I went home after hearing the news, thinking of a photograph that I have seen time and time again while going through my old photos. I opened the old box and found it, like I knew I would – the picture from the last time I probably ever spoke to this kind-hearted, sweet guy I once new as a teenager. We are hugging and smiling in the halls of our high school, feeling nostalgic and giddy at Grad Night.

It meant a lot to find that picture. To find an image of him that maybe others hadn’t seen before, and to have a picture of a moment we shared together – even if it was fleeting, and even if we were never close.

Imagine how his family and friends must cherish the pictures and images they have of him. I always hear talking heads going on and on about how millenials are narcissistic because of the countless images we have of ourselves since the moment we were born. This is spun as a negative characteristic of my generation, somehow. I don’t understand it. Moments like this make me so glad that the people I know have many, many beautiful and easily accessible images of themselves and their loved ones. How precious. What a gift.

How could that be bad?

My sister has her own photography business, as many of you know – she shoots wonderful pictures of me and Anthony once and a while that I brag about in some past posts. She always brings this idea up when she talks about what she does. How pregnant mothers should have images of themselves in that state forever – not only for themselves, to look back on their glowing bodies at that time (even if now they don’t feel so glowing), but also for their children, to see the transformation their mother went through to have them.

She does newborn shoots, family shoots, engagement sessions, you name it. But they all have one thing in common – they are all images and moments that are worth remembering.

Her friend and fellow photographer made a video for her business that perfectly describes the idea I am talking about – how invaluable images of our loved ones are. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Learn more about Two Happy Lambs Photography here.


Do you have any photos that you couldn’t live without? I would love to hear stories about a special image that means something to you!



3 Comments on Invaluable Images

  1. Janet
    March 25, 2015 at 5:00 pm (3 years ago)

    Why is it when a death happens we are so shocked? After 40 years in a nursing career I’ve seen it time and time again. It is difficult for us to grasp, I think the lesson here, life is precious, love it and one another.

  2. Mary@TwoHappyLambs
    March 28, 2015 at 6:09 pm (3 years ago)

    There is just no experience on earth that really prepares you for someone appearing bodily out of nowhere, or their bodies going completey inanimate never to revive. No one can explain it to satisfaction. It should be a natural part of life, it’s always been and always will be, presumably. But it just doesn’t feel natural.

    Beautiful written Stephanie.

    • Stephanie
      March 30, 2015 at 11:43 am (3 years ago)

      Thanks Mary! And thanks Janet for your comment, too – I think it’s important to just keep talking about it. It is normal and natural and traumatizing and shocking all at once. I guess the goal is to find a balance between keeping in mind that it could happen anytime and life is short, but not letting that take over your life. <3


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