Living Memory Finalist
My father and I had a deep connection that was not diminished after he suffered a hypoxic brain injury, the result of a heart attack. In accordance with his wishes, I had him cremated when he passed away. I had no idea that afterwards I would struggle so much with this. He no longer had a place, something that helps maintain a connection with our memories. My father now remains in limbo – in a container, in a paper bag, in a cupboard – and it is not where he should be. This is a portrait of my father with his grandson.
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