It happens to all of us. Losing a loved one. With every birth death is also born. Because we all have to go one day. Some stay on this earth for a long time, others don’t. I can count myself very lucky that the person I have lost has been with me for all my life. A painful loss nonetheless, because everything is different all of the sudden. Somehow you realise how pointless some worries are and that we forget to do more things in life that make us happy. In general we hardly ever do things for ourselves. If we knew how long our clocks are still going to tick for, we’d probably live life differently. When our time is up we cannot take anything with us. We can only leave things behind. This might sound odd but for some reason I’ve just now realised how truly priceless photos are once you’ve experienced the loss of a dear person. I now treat every single picture and everything I’ve ever received from this person as if it was pure gold. No money in the world could make me want to give those images away. They are my time machine that let me travel back to those memories where I can hear the laughter and voice once more. They are my never extinguishing light.
„Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.“
– Albus Dumbledore