bcostin
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My condolences. I think I may have done the same thing. Loss and grieving are a part of life, and, if nothing else, photography exists to record life. The loss of my own father and grandmother was sudden and, frankly, terrifying. I functioned, but I have few coherent memories of that day or even that week. If I'd been composed enough to take photos...well, I'm not sure what I'd have done. But I don't think it's ghoulish or deviant.
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