I'm not sure I have ever been so emotional taking a photograph before. The faded words in the middle read, "In Loving Memory". In a short period of time the gesture of memorializing someone is being erased and replaced just like the person it was intended to memorialize. I took this image sobbing to my camera, asking it to make this gesture last just a little longer. When my prints eventually wilt away and the internet as we know it becomes obsolete and all is lost in the abyss of endless information, I will too disappear from all memory or existence. Like my ancestors before me, I will lay down and become something else with virtually no trace. Like everyone else I never believed I would have to confront the truth that is mortality, until it punched me in the face. Laying on top of my brothers grave I am happy, I am sad, I am hopeful, I am dreadful, I am scared and I am fearless. I am human, and I take what I am given, it is totally fair but I wrongfully feel like I deserve more. I am alive and dying, I am sick and well, I am only me, I am only me.