Shot of the Day #59: Staring at nothing, and everything.
Shot with iphone. Click to enlarge.
This was my vantage point at 9am this morning, when I awoke to my iphone buzzing on my pillow. The caller ID said "Joe Lynch Sr." (my dad) and my heart began to race. Was he better and able to talk? The night before, he was raced to the hospital again due to complications breathing as the lung cancer spread, so I was just on edge for an update. I was even shocked to get any call at all since at the place we were staying at in Utah, I could barely send a text let alone get a call, the signal was so weak. So this was already a miracle that the phone rang.
Sadly, it was my mom, saying that it had gotten much, much worse. She asked if I wanted to say goodbye to him. Dad was heavily Morph'd up and while he couldn't speak anymore, he was awake and cognizant, so she said now was the time to say whatever I wanted since I wasn't there and would never make it back home in time.
Nothing in a blog will ever profess what one has to go through in this moment.
So I sat up, took a deep breath, which was actually a little difficult in this higher elevation. Tried to collect myself and think what the hell one says in this moment. But as I sat on the bed, on the phone, what you see above was my POV as I spoke to my father for the last time, and what I stared at LONG after I hung up. Just...staring. The shot is of no real significance or even a particularly decent shot, but its an image that will stay with me forever, however blase it is.
Joe
This was my vantage point at 9am this morning, when I awoke to my iphone buzzing on my pillow. The caller ID said "Joe Lynch Sr." (my dad) and my heart began to race. Was he better and able to talk? The night before, he was raced to the hospital again due to complications breathing as the lung cancer spread, so I was just on edge for an update. I was even shocked to get any call at all since at the place we were staying at in Utah, I could barely send a text let alone get a call, the signal was so weak. So this was already a miracle that the phone rang.
Sadly, it was my mom, saying that it had gotten much, much worse. She asked if I wanted to say goodbye to him. Dad was heavily Morph'd up and while he couldn't speak anymore, he was awake and cognizant, so she said now was the time to say whatever I wanted since I wasn't there and would never make it back home in time.
Nothing in a blog will ever profess what one has to go through in this moment.
So I sat up, took a deep breath, which was actually a little difficult in this higher elevation. Tried to collect myself and think what the hell one says in this moment. But as I sat on the bed, on the phone, what you see above was my POV as I spoke to my father for the last time, and what I stared at LONG after I hung up. Just...staring. The shot is of no real significance or even a particularly decent shot, but its an image that will stay with me forever, however blase it is.
Joe
1 Comments:
So sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Take care!
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