Buddy

This is my brother Buddy, he is holding my niece. Buddy died in a car wreck seven years ago in August.

When I took this picture I had double exposed the film. I took pictures at a local art fair and then of family members. I didn't get these developed until after he had passed, and I remember thinking when I got them back how much he would have loved them.

What is so odd, is Buddy's eyes were the color blue of the boy in the picture. Buddy taught me alot about art. He taught me to love and experiment with art.

He was the kind of person who made life good. He could make the ordinary extraordinary. And he made people feel good about themselves.

It seems when someone dies we are never truly whole again, but we do learn to go on. I also have learned to try to live my life to the fullest and to try new things.