Tonight I found myself scrolling through photo files on my computer. Suddenly I came upon a collection of photos my youngest daughter had taken on a vacation. Just her and I, on a Caribbean cruise to celebrate our graduations. Hers from high school, mine from my long awaited Bachelor’s degree.
I realized while I was looking at the photos, I was seeing our trip through her eyes. Right now—with no hope in sight of an end to this estrangement—it felt like the only way I could possibly hear from her. Through the eyes of her camera lens. So I took a trip to the Caribbean tonight seeing it as she saw it. Seeing it through my tears as I remembered the fun we had together, just the two of us.
How could things have gone so wrong?
I’m going to share a few of her photos that don’t have identifying features. A few moments in time from our graduation vacation … through my daughter’s eyes (and through my tears).