September was tough.
Tougher than I had hoped and definitely tougher than I could have imagined.
On September, 18th we said goodbye to our beloved pup, Myrtle, who has been by my side for fourteen years. When I look back at this month, I don’t think I’ll remember the stress of trying to navigate my son starting first grade virtually or packing for our move 1000 miles away in October, I don’t think I’ll remember trying to balance working from home and teaching a 7 year old or how hot it still was in Charleston even though it was late September. What I will remember is the moment I knew it was time to let her go, the overwhelming sadness and guilt, the pain of watching my boys break down and sob after she passed, and the void we all felt not having her with us. In those moments, it was really hard to pick up my camera and continue the project. But because of my commitment to finish and photograph each day, we will forever have intimate photos of last few weeks with her. And that is worth it all.
