Gina

Gina Gina was my best friend. One Spring afternoon I removed the Guardian Angel clip from the visor of my old Honda. It was an amulet Gina gave to me 20 years ago to keep my passengers and I safe while driving. The very next day, she and her beloved Black Lab died in a fatal car accident in Colorado, when she unintentionally drove off a cliff and landed on the edge of the San Miguel River in a nest of twigs, rocks, leaves and feathers. I'm still trying to understand words like dead, death and gone in relationship to her. I used my camera for a year after the accident to try and accommodate the nuisances of grief and long term denial in the face of sudden loss.