I love having pictures of memories – they help me remember the feelings I had when it was happening and it makes the memory even more precious. Since I love having pictures, I take a lot of pictures.
I didn’t realize until after my son, David Glasser, who was a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty that I had very few pictures of just him and I – and most of those were when he was a little kid. I have tons and tons of pictures of Davey and his dad and, of course, I was there taking the pictures…..
but I’m not in the pictures. Most of the pictures are of fun times and special memories. I wish I were in them. Those of you following this blog are seeing me post the few pictures I have with adult Davey over and over and over – because that’s all I have.
Some of you may hate getting your pictures taken and you’re wondering why not being in the picture bothers me. Hopefully not, but consider for a second how you might feel differently about pictures with your son or daughter or grandchild whom you loved if the worse happened. If you had to live the rest of the your days on this earth without them. If memories are all you had left.
I can’t do anything about the past but I can change the future. So those of you who know me know that I have become the ‘Selfie Queen’. I am now in the picture along with everyone else. When someone in the group says – ‘I’ll take the picture’, I say, “Nope! Everyone’s in.” . Luckily I’m tall with long arms so I have a built-in selfie stick. I think my record number of people in one of my selfies without a stick is 12. When I actually have one of my selfie sticks, ( I have more than 1) I can get 30 or more people in.
I’ve made kind of a game of it. I’ll hold up the camera and say “Get in” and everyone has to find a spot. My family has become experts at this. Jostling for a spot can be kind of fun so almost everyone already has a smile when it’s picture time.
And – bonus – I’m in the picture. I’m there when next year I want to look at it and remember. I’m there 2 years from now when I look at it and remember. I’m there 30 years from now when I’m no longer here but others want to look at it and remember.
My suggestion to you – get in the picture.
Miss you, Davey.