I normally don’t like posting anything sad on my blog (and challenges), but when I learned that this week’s challenge at I Heart Faces was “Photojournalism” (which is using an image[s] to tell a story) there was only one photo that came to mind.
To explain my photo I have to start by saying that my husband’s son was sadly taken from him three years ago by an accident, he was 27.
Jason loved trains, and as my husband remembers his son, was fascinated by them. Jason used to travel north into Georgia every chance he could to a little town called Folkston. There they have “The Folkston Funnel” which is a double track which serves as the main artery for railroad traffic into and out of Florida. They have a platform where you can go sit and wait for the trains to pass and they provide a radio frequency that announces which train is coming, etc. On occasion we would take the trip up to Folkston with Jason to sit and just pass the time watching the trains with him.
At the first anniversary of his passing, my husband and I decided to take a trip up to Folkston in memory of Jason and have done so (and will continue to do) every year as life permits.
The photo I am featuring (mainly the top photo) is of my husband that I took this last May on the day of our anniversary visit. It was taken just as the first train passed by us at approximately 1:27 PM, which was the time of Jason’s passing (look at his watch). We never planned it that way we didn’t even notice the time that we had arrived. Call it coincidence, call it a sign, call it fate, call it whatever, but the emotion that was going through my husband at that moment, when I turned around and looked at him, was monumental. It saddens me when I look at this photo, but also can’t help be captivated by the volumes that it speaks.
Jason was a genuinely kind soul, whom was taken entirely too soon and is missed by us and his entire family every day.
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