I was indian-cross-legged (sitting) on the floor of my living room, feeling helpless and alone. My father stood beside and to back of me. I fought back tears. There were boxes of my wife's things all around me. All bundled up and ready to go.

Away. Anywhere from here. Just not in my sight.

I snagged a picture of me and her off the wall to my right. She was so beautiful. She was so perfect. It isn't fair. My father, holding my camera, knelt down to show me a picture.

    "Look at this one," He pointed, "she looks like an angel."

I tried to smile, but it was so incredibly impossible, I instead let out a tear. "She is." I replied. He nodded his head, "You mean now?" he prodded the next button, moving on to the next picture. "Yeah." I answered.

    Suddenly, I found myself in a world of confusion. The sun was bright, the waves were crashing, I was not in my living room any longer. I looked around. Tom. Bradey. My friends. Trish. Kelly. Their wives. They were are alive and talking.

    Again, just as expeditious, I was in another divergent world... and this time with my cousin. On one side were he and I. On the flip-side, was ... my dad. He sat, looking confused. He was in my house. I was...

                                                                    in my camera.

    I remembered the scenes now. Oh yes: Tom, Trish, Bradey and Kelly were with me and my wife at our 10th wedding anniversary on the Oregon coast. The next was me and my cousin at my dad's house.

Then I remembered. There was a picture of me and my wife about fifteen down. I yelled to my dad.

    "Dad! DAD!!! Press the right button! Press the right button!"

He heard me. I flipped through picture after picture, almost loosing my balance. Then, I saw her. My wife. She was just as I remembered her. Beautiful. I waved to my dad.

    "Hold it! STOP!" He stopped pressing the buttons. He seemed to be asking me a question, but I just couldn't seem to hear him. I remembered a Sharpie pen I had in my jeans pocket to write on the packed boxes with. I pulled it out, and wrote on my hand,

                                                                  LEAVE ME!

    I saw him crying. I saw him nod. Then I heard him say, "I've lost her. Now I'm losing him, too." Then he pressed the power button, and I was forever, eternally with my wife.

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    I found this story (it's actually a 3 minute youtube video) from a home school site. I thought it was pretty cool. Do you get it? See, the guy looses his wife. She dies. Then he's putting away her stuff and he somehow gets into his camera. Pretty neat idea, huh?

You gotta watch the little clip, though. It's pretty neat. If I ever find the URL again, I'll give it to you.

When I'm with you I see a cloudless sky, a brilliant sky, an overwhelmingly blue sky.

When I'm alone, I see a dark, cloud-filled sky with lighning and thunder and rain.

When I'm with you I see wonderful rushing waters, agua and glistening.

When I'm alone, I see a terrifying roar of waters, ready to crush my very being.

When I'm with you, I see a brilliant blood-red rose.

When I'm alone, I see a black and white picture of a rose, fading into the distance.

When I'm with you, I see a wedding as our future.

When I'm alone, I wonder how you could ever do this to me.

Remember the days of old, dear friend?

Remember the days of old?

Remember the smells of tea, dear friend?

Remember the smells of tea?

Remember the wind blowing on the long shore?

Remember the wild long shore?

Remember the days of old, dear friend?

Remember the days of old?

Ah... the sweet reminiscence of old

The days, the smells, the sea.

Ah... the sweet reminiscence of old

The friends, the tea, the shore.

Remember the days of old, dear friend?

Remember the days of old?

How we played, how we worked

How we studied and dappled.

Ah, the sweet reminiscence of old

Do you not miss the old days, dear one?

Do you not miss the old days?

Remember the times we have had, dear friend,

Remember the times we have had.

How we sat by the shore,

How we laughed and or played

Please remember the days of old

Ah, the sweet reminiscence of old, dear one

Ah, the sweet reminiscence of Old.