WHEN my Mom fell a while back, and broke her hip, she had to be hospitalized for a while. My father Jerry Crockett generally moved in to the hospital room with her, so they might celebrate their traditional cocktail hour, watch favorite TV shows snuggled up together amongst all the pillows the kindly nurses had piled upon the bed, or enjoy any number of other joys and privileges pertaining to the marital state.
I caught a simple moment in which Dad has to head to a home that’s really not home, just now, to take care of some business or the other. They’re saying their “until we meet agains.”
I captured the simple moment with this photograph, and made a little “art” of it, because I felt it deserving.