Monday came this week and I caught the flash of a blinking light on my phone. I had an email, and it was from Sherri.
The heading, along with the body, were punctuated with little friendly apologies, and I have to be honest, I wasn't fully paying attention to the email as I was out of town and out to dinner when I received it. Then, out of nowhere, 5 images appear. They're not subtle, perfumed, easy to swallow, or indicative of an honest situation; the kind of situation a a depressed young man finds himself in at the end of years of struggle.
These are the photos of a cold, selfish cover-up. The feet dragging, the obvious lack of a place to jump, the crusted dirt and leaves on the back, the ill-fitted clothing, none of it makes any sense.
And then there's the hands, balled in fists, not flat at the sides like someone who surrendered to his fate, or chose it.
I implore you to look carefully at each of these photos. Look at the young man standing in the background, the odd picnic basket-looking contraption in most of the shots, and the over-all nature of these photos. You be the judge. If they do not look staged or unusual to you, say that. This is a forum of discussion, and all opinions are appreciated. The same goes for inconsistencies. If any are found, or the pictures do not sit right with you, voice your concerns on this blog and be heard. All opinions deserve a voice.
A great thanks to Sherri and her family for trusting me to do the right thing with these photos and for letting them be publicly viewed once again. You and your family are a strong and lovely bunch of people.