My grandfather, and my grandmother. Trinidad, late nineties or early aughts. Shot on film (remember film?), which I still think looks better than pixels.
They were married for 51 years when she died. We all thought he would go soon after, in the way that many who have lived for that long together do. But he outlived her for another 8 years. He visited her every year on the anniversary of her death for as long as he lived.
He joined her almost 3 years ago now, when he was 94. His ashes are buried next to hers, right here.
This photograph has always stuck with me.
