The Dove House, Lafayette, CO
Saturday, September 20th, 2008 I married my love. For many of you reading this, you were there, but what you might not know is that Dave and I were already legally betrothed before we walked thru the Dove House gates that Saturday afternoon. Dave’s father, Jim Lowry, a retired Air Force officer, was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis in the winter of 2007 and his doctor’s were extremely concerned that his body would give out before our big day. He desperately wanted to be a part of the celebration. He desperately wanted to see his youngest child and I get married. I loved Jim, I loved him dearly and Dave adored his father, so in April of 2008, before just a few immediate family members and a few very dear friends we were married at Jim and Debbie’s home in a beautiful and simple ceremony.
Dave and I continued on over the summer planning all of the wedding day details, not telling anyone we were already husband and wife. We were doubly blessed that Jim’s body held up, and he was able to see us married in front of our families, friends and God. He passed a year later, exactly one week before our 1st wedding anniversary.
When I knew I would be in the area up by the Dove House today, I knew what my photo would be. On our anniversary this past year we watched our wedding video and I sobbed through the ceremony and reception. The video and our wedding photos are the last we have of Jim looking healthy and vibrant; the tape holds the last recording of his voice. This is a truly happy place for me to visit, but it’s also a little bittersweet….
Jim was a devout and faithful Christian man who studied the bible and had strong spiritual beliefs. With him in my heart I did add a little extra editing, I tried to make the sky the bluest shade I could get and the clouds a little whiter. I shot today’s photo of the Gates to the Dove House on my Canon 6D, EF 24-105 mm 1:4 L IS USM Lens. I set my dial to Av, Aperture f22, ISO 100.
“Those we love don’t go away they walk beside us every day, unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed ,still very dear.” Unknown