Last year I was living on my own, in my own apartment up in ‘the Valley’ a common nick name for the area of towns all connected and all in the mountain’s valley. And I woke up to several people begging me to call them. I called a few people and all gave me the news that Taco, a dear friend of ours had been hit by a car walking home. It was Friday the 13th and a female driver hit him in the cross walk from what I understand. The days that followed were concentrated on collecting photos and making a memorial slide show for the family and making a memorial image. He was a friend, a brother, and a support to everyone that needed him. He loved my Girdog and Stitch tattoos and would take time to say hi.
It’s been a year and it got easier over time sure, but there were times I wish I could have talked to him. I’ve lost so many people and this particular death was just all the more tragic. It didn’t involved suspicious activity, drugs, or mystery of any kind… it was just a freak accident and someone was lost that was young and important to so many.
Loosing him really got to me because he was kind and well remembered. What would I be remembered for? I hadn’t become obbsessed with the thought in a morbid way but in a way that makes me want to be a better person, because Taco was loved by so many. As a photographer it became more and more apparently that those memories, those photos and those happy thoughts surrounding those images were all that’s left and I realized rather quickly that photos are very important and should be for everyone.
So here’s my challenge, to you, to myself to anyone that wants to. Pay it forward. Do one small act of kindness for someone, blog about it and challenge your readers to do the same. You don’t have to spend money, just help out in some way.