Photography: Mardi Gras, New Orleans

This photo, taken in New Orleans, was in sharp contrast with reality.
My friend had just lost the love of his life. Her death was unexpected.
I was there to help.

Helping him was a gingerly process, for he was deep in grief and shock.

I rolled up my sleeves and cleaned out the laundry room.  I put a jar of fresh flowers on the table, made soup, baked bread and listened to his stories about the woman he lost.

We uncorked a lot of wine.

He did not want me to touch her jars of creams and lotions in the bathroom.  The shelf they were on had been recently dusted, and I knew that he opened the jars to smell her.

I did not touch him, for he was untouchable in his suffering.  He did not cry.  It was easier for him to be angry.  Every evening, I retired to my room early to give him space and to paint.

The streets were filled with color and music while his heart broke and I watched him crumble.

 

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