The studio line rang early this morning. I wasn’t even out of bed. I tried to clear my voice the best I could before I answered so as not to suggest that I wasn’t actually up yet.
The voice on the other end was shattered. I tried to make sense of what was being said. It was hard to understand through the sobs… But I got out a name, Heidi. This was Heidi’s mom calling. I had gone to sleep last night thinking about Heidi – After doing her Senior Pictures last year we’d become friends. I would see her at Jamba, she even babysat for me…. She’s my kid’s favorite! That’s why I’d gone to bed thinking about her. She hadn’t returned my text about babysitting this Friday night. I was surprised. I went to bed thinking I would call her in the morning.
… The tears, the sobbing, the ache penetrated through the phone. I felt my own tears begin sliding down my face as it all came together.
Photographs for her siblings, wallets for her friends, something for the funeral. Heidi was gone.
Her mom was calling me not to plan her graduation party as she should be but instead a funeral that was coming a half of a century to soon.
Right now I’m in ROES ordering wallets for friends who are trying to grasp how they just lost such a bright light, prints for siblings who can’t believe that they’ve already received the last hug (in this life) from her and large prints for a funeral being planned by parents who can’t comprehend how they went from planning for college to planning for this. I’m in a blur today and I guess in the middle of choosing print sizes and poses it hit me to hard and well… I just needed to talk.
It’s not the paper that means anything at all. It’s not the paper that we sell. It’s what’s on that paper…. It’s WHO’S on that paper that makes what we do so important.