When Ben Nunery and his wife Ali got married in 2009, they had just closed on their new house, so they took the opportunity to take their wedding photos in the empty home.
Just four and a half years later, after Ali’s tragic death from cancer at at the age of 31 in 2011, Ben and his young daughter Olivia got ready to move to a new house, but they wanted to say goodbye to the old one. So they recreated these special photos from Ben and Ali’s wedding day, as a way to remember the happy times.
I woke up today recovering from bloody knuckles, and sore eyeballs. I took an unexpected turn for the worse as, last night final cramming got the best of me. I without hesitation dented my door, refrigerator, and grill in my snowy back yard. The straw that broke the camel’s back is irrelevant, however i am here to tell you, that the days get better. Sometimes, they get better in the worst of ways, which scare the hell out of you, and then surprise you with a “Just kidding!” The world has a funny way of working.
As i was saying, I woke up, bloody knuckled, cuddling next to my little sister as i cried my eyes out to her last night because i’ve been abnormally stressed for the past week and a half. Again, college sucks. But as i was dropped at my college by my gracious mother, whom i thank very much, the snow fell and fell, and life seemed a bit more quiet. I needed this. I walked up to my to my class to take my Math final that was held at 8 am, today. I was the only one there. The professor was last, and i had some extra time to study. Thank god.
15 minutes later my College professor shows up rushing, and exasperated, but began to promptly administer the test. First problem, cake. Second problem, yippie ki yay. Third problem, fuck ya. So on and so forth. The test went by really well. Until i got to a problem relating to something i didn’t understand. I asked my professor if he may remind me. As fate would have it, he walked me through the problem and pretty much gave me the answer.
I aced my final.
I could not contain myself and i didn’t even try, i felt great.
Until, i lost my phone.
Now my phone isn’t wonderful, and it isn’t perfect. But it’s my 4s iphone and my life is on it. Worse of all, i don’t hold a password because i trust my information with the people i surround my self with, and i am generally responsible. I lost it.
It wasn’t till i was half way home however that i realized, WHAT THE JESUS PHONE WHERE DID YOU GO
I RANNNNN and RAN and RAN to school, ten blocks of pure adrenaline.
I needed to get my phone back.
I arrive at the school, am searching all over. Went to class to check with teachers, they say “Sorry buddy, i didn’t see anything”.
So i go to check the lounge, where i had previously been sitting to schedule a late spanish course to fill my schedule for the spring semester. Bueno pantalones.
I sat down, to catch a breather, and think of where my phone could be.
I see a girl. A cute girl. The type of cute girl that wears a skirt, and smells like a book. She walked toward me….
And i held my breath to smile, because god knows i couldn’t breathe if i tried.
she is standing in front of me, what do i say…
She says, “Hey”.
This beautiful girl, this cute innocent beautiful girl.
Went out of her way to find me, and give me back my phone.
I could not thank her more. Her simple, yet perfect in all ways act of kindness, took my day and sky rocketed it into pure happiness.
I could not help to come home and write about her.
I wish you could see how she looked, and talked.
And how she smelled and smiled.
Thank you for being my light at the end of the tunnel.