Left Behind

This is a series about grief.
Personal grief.

I never learned how to grieve properly.
But sometimes I do. When I photograph.
In stillness. In places that look empty, but aren’t.

I look at a curtain moving, and I know someone was just there.
I see light on the wall and feel them watching.

I wonder what a home becomes when the ones who made it whole are no longer in it.

There’s absence. There’s presence inside the absence.
Something remains. Something stays.

I honor my sisters with these images.
They are in the folds, the corners, the air.
I’m preserving their presence where I still feel it.

My home is whole.
There you are.

I miss you.