CRJ My journal PHO701, PHO702, PHO703,PHO704, PHO705
I started the MA with a desire to make a change, I wanted to change peoples perceptions surrounding bereavement photography and death in...
With death all around us, the inevitable. I question why we so often shy away from those who grieve. I know only too well the feelings of isolation following the death of a loved one.
For me, photography & art has aided the grieving process, enabling me to come to terms with loss and turn my sorrow into joy and gratitude.
We are all told, “live your life to the fullest”; I am here to do just that. Louise Fullbrook serves as a vessel to project my passions, and clue in my loyal readers as to what inspires me in this crazy world. So, sit back, relax, and read on.
In the end maybe we are......
On Sunday, January 8th, 2017 I held my mother's hand and tried hard to stop mine from shaking whilst I told her I loved her, how I could never show her how much I loved her, and now would never be able to say "thank you, thank you for being the best mother I could have ever wished for" Within the hour my mum took her last breath and passed away.
Watching someone you love so dearly pass away in such a cruel way is the most challenging of times and a torture I can not describe. Over the coming weeks we, as a family would need to start the arrangements for her funeral and service. On booking a burial spot you are given a number, my mum is E54. All of what she was, all of what she did for others, for everything she meant to me and my family, now she was just memories and a number.
I sit on the empty bench with five others who no longer exist in a physical form, talking to a headstone. At the end of it all, are we just numbers?