When the last drop of sweat has dried, the eyelids closed and that warm heat and moisture starts to leave the body, that's when you know that time for farewell has come. Your heart sinks, vision becomes blurry and all your senses awaken to a numbness that wants to absorb the most of whatever is left of the last smell of your loved one, the last sight of your home, the last time your hand touches the forehead of a child, and the last time you run your fingers through their hair.
That heavy silence that accompanies the departure of the soul. The ground can no longer carry your weight and that dream of freedom becomes a clash between anger and past wishes. All of a sudden physical objects seem to bear the consequences of a once imagined liberty as we burry our dead into the scars of our actions.
Among images of bombs, death, shelling, screams and cries...farewell becomes the least photographed moment yet the most painful one of them all... absent to the eyes of the world but ever so vividly present in the eyes of those who suffered a loss.