Where You Go, I Can't Follow

In the days following her death, my eyes were so swollen with tears that I could no longer see. In my dimly lit room, I pointed my camera at the tv screen and randomly pressed the shutter release. Days later, I downloaded the images. I didn’t notice it at first, but what I had captured made me feel comforted in some small way. It was a fleeting moment of chance, but there in front of me was the story of her passing.