In the same of grief...

In the spring of 2009, on a day when I was particularly overcome with grief and sadness, I took two little twin boy figurines, and out of morbid curiosity, I posed them together, and took their picture.  I was wondering at that time, what it would be like to pose my twin sons together for photos, since I hadn't done so since they were just a few days old, and the opportunity would never arise again.  And though it felt somewhat strange to be taking portaits of these little statues, the resulting photos were both sad, and sweet and symbolic, and I've become quite attached to the images.  They're comforting.

How it is:


How I wish it was:


What are some things you've done, in the name of grief, that seemed strange or morbid, but actually brought you some peace and comfort?

Katie