I remember, I sat in front of two elderly people – both over the age of ninety – and behind them were pictures of themselves as young adults. The woman was a nurse, and the man was a lawyer. The scene was perfectly juxtaposed and I should have taken the picture.
I thought to myself that I’d come back; that I’d have another chance.
I found out that the wife died and suddenly, I realized that I missed a piece of history in my hesitation.