You know the ones. They show up at parties with cameras. Everything from Nikon to generic grocery cardboard cameras. They insist on taking pictures. Sometimes at the very end when you are trying to go home and you want nothing less than a photo shoot.
But when I was trying to capture images of Kyle, friends and family began to send those wonderful candids. Within a couple of weeks I had a 180-photo slide show with nearly every one of his looks: exasperation, sneer, laugh, cough, chuckle, fuck you, and of course, get that camera out of my face.
Thank you to those who take photos and those who keep them accessible and find them in times of need: Alan D., Louise H., Nancy D., Della B., Laura S., Paola, Gearey, Katrina, Tim and Eileen, Dave, and many more, for your perseverance despite people's rolling eyes, sighing, and urgency to get out the door.
We have lost our beautiful boy, but you all have preserved him for us.
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