The Power of Photography

I read this short story yesterday on Facebook and it brought tears to my eyes. Being a mother of two I can not fathom the pain and sadness a parent goes though with the of lose of a child. This story touched my heart deeply, so I recommend get some tissues. From what the story reads, the child was ill and never lived to experience his first Christmas. But within all of the sadness the father was enduring from losing his child, he felt the need to fulfill a holiday tradition for his family. The father took a portrait of his deceased son to the mall for a photo with Santa, it was a gift for his wife.

Photos with Santa have been a tradition in our family my entire life. I have been the cranky child that can not stand still and I have been the frustrated overheated parent with winter coats piled in my arms for hours and a child on my hip. I have listened to  endless screaming of children as they impatiently waited and I have asked myself time and time again “Why, in the world do I keep doing this every year?”. This story, this photo is a perfect reminder of why we do the things we do, its about love and capturing it forever.

Please read this story in its entirety and remember that Christmas is not about the gifts you buy from a store, its about the gift of love and time shared with each other.

Photos With Santa

From Love Matters
Photo courtesy of Caleb Ryan Sigmon

“A man walked in today holding something in his arms. ‘I have a request,’ he said, turning around this picture frame. He took a moment. ‘My son passed away, last year.’ He choked up and couldn’t finish his sentence. The entire photo set was silent. I said, ‘Absolutely.’ Without anyone saying anything, he handed me the frame and I placed it on my knee. In the photo, I could see on the little boy’s armband that his first name was Hayden. I didn’t ask any questions, but I am guessing that this is his first photo with Santa. The camera snap was the only sound I could hear through the entire mall. Normally, I hear all kinds of music and sounds, but it was absolutely silent. After a handful of clicks, we walked over to the screen and he pointed, saying, ‘That’s the one.’

The girl working the computer printed him a full photo package and he pulled out his wallet, saying that this was going to be his gift to his wife. We gave him the printed package, telling him that it was a gift and that we would be praying for his family, this Christmas. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in and hugged me, then turned around and left. As he walked out, we all had tears in our eyes. I’m sharing this to remind us all that Christmastime is unbelievably hard for some families. Pray for the brokenhearted. Smile at people. Just be kind. Love one another.”

This story was found on Facebook, Love Matters Page