That moment with my enormous four-legged friend made me think of what I call “foxhole friends.” They’re the friends who rush to jump into the foxhole with you when the loss bombs are falling and the grief bullets are flying. Maybe you already have one of two of these godsends in your life. Maybe you ARE one of them. They’re the diamonds in the muck of life; the people who hold you up when you’re crying so hard you can’t stand, sustain you when you’re too despondent to take care of yourself.
What I learned about grief looking through my camera lens
Something inside me, though, knew that forcing myself to search for beauty again would be a life-sustaining quest, so I bought myself a camera. I figured it would give me a reason to actively look for beauty in the world and, if I could find it, capture that memory.
What I discovered was that the beauty I sought was looking down at me from above. That’s not a spiritual metaphor; I mean it literally.