A few days ago, my family was en route to celebrate my mom's birthday at Toulouse Cafe in Dallas.  Bobby, Mills, Mom, and I were discussing our weekend plans, and Mom told us of the fun stuff her church had planned for this Sunday (yesterday).  Out of all of the things Mom listed, Millie was most fixated on the bagpipers coming to play.  Though she has heard bagpipe music before, she asked to be refreshed, so we dug through Bobby's iPhone for some Enter the Haggis and, VOILA!  Bagpipey-ness.

Interestingly enough, upon hearing the instrument play those notes, I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.  I became solemn and had to consciously tell myself to not become sad.  The image below is the one that immediately popped into my head.  The last time I heard a bagpiper play was at sweet little Carson Richardson's burial service.  I was the photographer for all of the events related to Carson's celebration of life, and the moments from those events, especially the burial service, will likely never fade from my mind.  There is no way I will ever forget THAT bagpiper on THAT day, and it is what with I will forever associate bagpipe music.

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I am easily touched...a sensitive soul...but I cannot recall memories THAT specific having been evoked like my experience with hearing the bagpipe through Bobby's phone. Do YOU have a story about your senses and memories being called to arms?  Good, bad, happy, or sad, I'd love to hear them. 
Leave a comment below with your story!

Also, if you have a moment, please send the Richardson family good vibes, as they are beginning this school year without their little guy.

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A few days ago, my family was en route to celebrate my mom's birthday at Toulouse Cafe in Dallas.  Bobby, Mills, Mom, and I were discussing our weekend plans, and Mom told us of the fun stuff her church had planned for this Sunday (yesterday).  Out of all of the things Mom listed, Millie was most fixated on the bagpipers coming to play.  Though she has heard bagpipe music before, she asked to be refreshed, so we dug through Bobby's iPhone for some Enter the Haggis and, VOILA!  Bagpipey-ness.

Interestingly enough, upon hearing the instrument play those notes, I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.  I became solemn and had to consciously tell myself to not become sad.  The image below is the one that immediately popped into my head.  The last time I heard a bagpiper play was at sweet little Carson Richardson's burial service.  I was the photographer for all of the events related to Carson's celebration of life, and the moments from those events, especially the burial service, will likely never fade from my mind.  There is no way I will ever forget THAT bagpiper on THAT day, and it is what with I will forever associate bagpipe music.

bagpiperCR.jpg

I am easily touched...a sensitive soul...but I cannot recall memories THAT specific having been evoked like my experience with hearing the bagpipe through Bobby's phone. Do YOU have a story about your senses and memories being called to arms?  Good, bad, happy, or sad, I'd love to hear them. 
Leave a comment below with your story!

Also, if you have a moment, please send the Richardson family good vibes, as they are beginning this school year without their little guy.



Comments
Natalie says:

Kate- You just touched my heart again. That day, those photos you did, they are a vivid memory and so clear in my mind. Our family misses him so, but with your wonderful work, we can enjoy the memories whenever we wish....And for my memory, well- Every Rose Has a Thorn would have to cover it! hugs

 (08.31.10 @ 09:24 PM)