On April 14, 2020, COVID killed my father. He wasn’t very old and he was healthy. Needless to say, his death surprised and devastated the entire family. I still haven’t gotten over it. I don’t think I ever will. Over the summer, I started taking pictures of empty benches. For me they came to represent all the conversations I would never again have with my father. But those conversations weren’t abstract — they were real. I still sometimes catch myself reaching for the phone wanting to share with him good news or to ask for advice. I’ll never hear his voice again, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to talk with him, and so I started writing down the conversations I wish could have. That’s how my Empty Bench series came to be.
However, I am not the only one grieving, the only one dreaming about conversations that will never take place. To date, 500,000 Americans have died from COVID. Two and a half million people worldwide have been killed. There are more empty benches and empty chairs than I would ever care to count. Words are burning inside of us because the people we wish to share them with can’t respond.
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