while i grieve

 Today was a rough day I couldn't pick up the phone to call you. Then it finally hit me that you were gone.  I was missing our intimate conversations about life, so I stopped out to see you.  I talked for a good hour, I knew you were listening.  Then the tears started to fall because I knew we wouldn't be making anymore memories together.  As I sat and cried I knew that this is the last thing you wanted me to do.  So the photographer in me decided to capture this raw moment of pure love and sorrow.  Suddenly I had this feeling I needed to go to the places we used to hangout or the places that you loved the most.  My first stop, your work.  I know how much you loved your job, Siferd's was your life. Then I headed to our post game hangout place AKA Frickers. I cannot let myself wallow when I have so many heartfelt memories with you Jimmy.  So here's my tribute to you.  

I love you Blizzard,

Love,

Brudy.

i miss you.

The day you graduated.  I was so proud of you for wearing your football uniform.

Max's.

Falling asleep every day after school with your best friends.

The day I graduated.  We HAD to get a family photo.

Frickers with my two favorite guys.

 

bowling in NB ...we were going to knock someones christmas decorations over
but we chickened out.

garage at Miltons.... enough said. LOL

Self portrait

I know what you're thinking..  Why is this titled self portrait?  It's a photo of a fence..  Yes.  To me and to most artistic people like photographers they get that this is more than just a fence.  This is a perfect representation of how I feel.  You see how the fence is broken?  The only thing keeping that fence from falling apart are those vines many which contain thorns. The thing that bothers me is that there are so many of those vines that it hides the beauty of that gorgeous fence.  That fence was hand crafted made with love, put together with a little elbow grease and a lot of passion.  If I were to rip down those vines the fence would probably fall apart.. That fence is held together by those vines.  That is how I feel.  For most of my life there has always been something defining me,  holding me together yet ripping me apart and hiding my true potential all at one time. So now is the real test the vines have been torn out and the fence is bare..  Will the fence stand on its own or will it fall apart when the wind blows just a little too hard?  I have no idea.  There's no time better than the present I guess.
Xoxo
Bridgette