Oof. Has it really been a year?
I didn’t know Chris Hondros or Tim Hetherington, and I’ve spent the last year feeling as though I have no right to be as broken-hearted as I am that they’re gone. I cried in the bathroom at work the day it happened. I cried during the memorial held for them at the Eddie Adams Workshop in October (the two of them were supposed to have been there that weekend), and again when my teammates Dominic and Enrico won awards in their names. I cried like a baby just last month, when showing slides from Hetherington’s book Infidel to my students. I’m crying right now.
I will never forget them, or the work they did.