Missing.

When my uncle was in the hospital I began hunting through my picture boxes and albums for a photo of him. Anyone who knows me knows the fervor with which I wield my camera, but after flipping through thousands of photographs, I came up with just three of Nelson. Three. None of them any good, not one that really even have him as the focal point. I started noticing that lots of people I care about were curiously absent from my photographs; aunts, grandparents, my mom. Why didn't I take pictures of these people? I have tons of photos of my little cousins, my brothers and sisters, and my friends. How is it that I missed some of the most important people in my life? I see the theme now - I photographed change. Acquaintances come and go, little kids grow older, friends get married and have kids of their own. I was so busy capturing fleeting moments that I forgot to take time and appreciate what was constant. I took for granted that people like Nelson would always be around.