My father died when I was 25 and it is safe to say my world was completely shattered and I had to regroup. The good thing was, I was so shook up, I decided I might as well do what I always had dreamed of, which was become a photographer, so I did.
When he died, people donated money to Save Venice, an organization that raised money to preserve the art in Venice. We had a funeral, but we didn't bury my father, just scattered his ashes near his childhood home and I always felt weird that he didn't have a grave stone.
Venice was my father's spiritual home and my project Lost in Venice is very much about him and my loss, grief and sense of spirituality. Somehow it took me until about 3 years ago to track down the painting that had been restored in his name and right there next to the painting is a plaque with his name on it. I was so happy because I feel like he finally had a resting place in this church.
I walked out of the church feeling great and turned to photograph the facade and there was a rainbow coming down from the sky. It was just amazing!
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Very cool Sarah--I remember that time & I know it was very hard for you. Great to come full circle after all these years. I'm sure he'd be proud.
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