Several years ago I met a young couple, just married, who started hanging out in some of the places I do. Misty and Robert. I was just playing around with my camera, taking dozens of pics like I have every day since entering the digital age of the art, and I snapped a pic of them. I put the pic along with a hundred others in a folder and pretty much forgot about it.
About a year ago Robert asked me about the pic. He said he and Misty didn't have any pics of them together as a couple and wanted a copy of it. I could not recall taking a pic of them, but I promised I would look in my files for it. I sometimes take 300 photos a day and don't remember many of them.
Six months ago I ran into Robert again. He and Misty had just had a baby, their second together, expanding their family to seven members. I can't imagine having five kids! That must be a lot of fun. He asked me again about the photo, and as is typical of me it had slipped my mind to look for it.
Five months ago I was looking for a photo and ran across the one of Misty and Robert. For a snapshot, it was not bad at all. The two were sitting across a table from me, facing each other, holding hands, looking at me and smiling. They looked happy. I was excited to run across it and fixed it up suitable for framing.
Four months ago I ran into Misty and Robert again. I told them I found the photo and would print it out and give them an 8x10...just as soon as I got some ink for my printer.
A week ago, Robert's car struck another head on and he was killed.
Tonight I ran into Misty and she asked me once again if I could print her out a copy of the photo.
