It’s been 2 years since Jennifer passed away at the age of 40, but Angelo Merendino’s photographs of his wife’s daily life with breast cancer are still poignant and hauntingly beautiful.
For some reason they resonate with me. I don’t know this man, and didn’t know his wife. But I return to this photo essay a couple of times a year. I can’t make it to the end without a tightening in my chest.
It’s a beautifully told, and desperately sad story.