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Remembrance photography

I was invited to consider volunteering to do remembrance photography.

(Invited as part of a photography group. Not personally invited.)

I clicked through to see if it was what I thought it was.

It was.

Volunteer photographers do photo sessions with parents and their deceased infants. The example photos shown were very much like typical infant shoots — cute poses, big bows on girls’ heads, close ups of holding hands, etc.

I don’t think I could do that.

I take pictures of a lot of things, but I don’t think I could arrange a dead baby in a cute pose for a photo.

I don’t think I could keep myself together working with parents whose hearts are shattered into a million pieces.

I am barely holding it together just writing about it.

Maybe, by the time I’m a skilled enough photographer to consider that sort of assignment, I’ll have whatever internal stuff it takes to be able to handle the emotional side.

Until then, hats off to you, people who do that work.