julius moore

I didn't know him, but I stood for hours in the cold outside the church where his funeral was held. The air was brisk, but the sun was shining. During the last funeral I went to, it poured. I had never met her either. I didn't go into the church for his service nor hers. I waited with my camera, both times, meters away from the entrance that friends, family and clergy walk through to remember the life of their friend, coworker, husband, wife, brother, sister, daughter, son, come as it may. They were both young. She was 34. He was 23. She had two kids. He had three. She was a nurse. He was a police officer. Julius and Gina, may you rest in peace. I wish I could have met you both.