The photo nobody wanted me to take


Dear Reader,

One quick photo, years ago, became the one that mattered.

Last week, a dear friend passed away, and it had me thinking about the people who come into our lives and become family.

I met Pravin and his wife when I was single and had just moved to Peoria for my first job.

Those early days were hard. I was an immigrant trying to fit into American culture. I was far from my own family, and somehow, their home became a place where I felt at home. Their two kids were little then, and I got to watch them grow up.

Pravin could whip up the most delicious veg or non-veg food in no time. His wife is also a wonderful cook, so showing up at their house usually meant laughing, drinking his home-brewed beer, eating something good and talking long after you meant to leave.

Over the years, as life took us to different places, we stayed in touch and met in Chicago, India and the San Francisco Bay Area.

Pravin was spontaneous, whether it was taking a trip or whipping up an amazing meal. In my early days, he hosted my Storyboxart website, for those of you who have known me since 2007.

That is how I want to remember him.

Full of ideas.
Making things happen.
Feeding people.
Going places.
Living.

Over the past year, Pravin’s illness had gotten worse. Then last week, his daughter called with the news I had been afraid to hear.

She also told me that for the messages they sent out after he passed, they used a photo I'd taken of him and his wife during one of my visits to Chicago.

She said, "It's the best photo of Dad."

It was a photo nobody wanted me to take, and I dragged them out for it.

And now it means so much and I am grateful that I took that photo. I've seen it with friends and clients — a moment can matter so much.

So take photos of your people, especially your parents, your elders, who may not want to be in the frame. Hire someone if you have to.

Because sometimes that one ordinary photo becomes anything but ordinary.

Alpana

P.S. His daughters are planning his celebration of life at a brewery. That is exactly how he would have wanted it.

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