Has a pic ever moved you to tears? (1 Viewer)

[Ned]

Both of my parents are gone and we don’t have many pics of them (moreso my dad). 

My wife found about 100 slides from the early 70s that my parents took of just random family life from what looks like 1972-76. There was one pic of my parents snuggling on the sofa. So happy, so young.....so real. 

I’ve often wondered if I’ve “properly” mourned the passing of my dad and today I think kind of proved it. The pic mentioned above suddenly had me bawling my eyes out with my wife. I can’t put a finger on why, but it did. It’s something I’ve never experienced.

Have you?

 

[rockaction]

Both of my parents are gone and we don’t have many pics of them (moreso my dad). 

My wife found about 100 slides from the early 70s that my parents took of just random family life from what looks like 1972-76. There was one pic of my parents snuggling on the sofa. So happy, so young.....so real. 

I’ve often wondered if I’ve “properly” mourned the passing of my dad and today I think kind of proved it. The pic mentioned above suddenly had me bawling my eyes out with my wife. I can’t put a finger on why, but it did. It’s something I’ve never experienced.

Have you?

Hells yeah. But I cry at the drop at the hat. Like AZ, Nas's Queens mate raps, "toughest [dudes] tear quickly, Pops still cry and he's near fifty."

Don't worry, and I'm sorry for the loss of your parents, Ned. I can't imagine my life without mine still around. Best of luck and good wishes. 

eta* I remember my old estranged good friend Sandy who died of ALS and I found out about it through a pic. That was rough.  

 

[TripItUp]

The War Museum in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam was overwhelming for me emotionally.  Several incredibly impactful photos.  That war devastated my parents generation but to see the impact it had on the Vietnamese was another level of emotion that I'm not sure I had ever felt before.

 

[The Commish]

Yes....as a matter of fact, it happens every time facebook shows me a pic from the past of my dad.  It's only been a year and a half that he's been gone, but it happens every time.

 

[skycriesmary]

The War Museum in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam was overwhelming for me emotionally.  Several incredibly impactful photos.  That war devastated my parents generation but to see the impact it had on the Vietnamese was another level of emotion that I'm not sure I had ever felt before.

Yeah, I had the same reaction. They are still dealing with the effects of agent orange. Such a grotesque abuse of power, and complete lack of humanity. 

 

[Tick]

A few... war and sports, for different reasons.

There are some pictures from the Rape of Nanking that are so horrifying that they've made me cry.  I won't link them, but there are piles of babies.

This one from the Barcelona Olympics just got me again. Miracle on Ice still gets me.

 

[AcerFC]

I went to Poland with my grandparents to tour around concentration camps. My grandfather lost his entire family while my grandmother's side fought with the resistance in the woods. 

Anyway, most if not all of the camps we visited had been turned into museums. Our last tour was of Majdenek. 

In one of the buildings, there were pictures of prisoners who came through the camp. We found a picture of my great grandfather, my grandfather's dad. Not many dry eyes for my family who were with me  

 

[top dog]

The other day I walked past a photo of my mother who passed in 2004. I realized that I hadn't thought of her in a while. A slideshow of life events that have happened since 2004 hit me like a brick in my mind... moving into our current house... walking down my college graduation many, many years later than i wanted... My grandson being born... all things my mother missed.  I cried like a little baby.  She meant the world to me.

 

[top dog]

I went to Poland with my grandparents to tour around concentration camps. My grandfather lost his entire family while my grandmother's side fought with the resistance in the woods. 

Anyway, most if not all of the camps we visited had been turned into museums. Our last tour was of Majdenek. 

In one of the buildings, there were pictures of prisoners who came through the camp. We found a picture of my great grandfather, my grandfather's dad. Not many dry eyes for my family who were with me  

That is pretty amazing.  

 

[mr. furley]

there's one of a Japanese man holding his very old mother in a sling like she's a baby. caring for her to the end. that one gets me every time.

 

[James Bond]

Whoops, I thought this was an off-shoot of the yoga pants thread. My bad.

 

[ClownCausedChaos2]

My Mom passed away a year and a half ago after a battle with cancer that lasted only a few months.  We were close and the only thing she loved more than her children were her grandsons.  My nephew are 11 and 9 and my boys are 7 and 4.

Three years ago, all of us went to a vintage care show.  At the car show was a small diner setup.  There was a counter where you could sit.  My Dad took their four grandsons in, they all sat at the counter and Dad told them all about how it used to be when he was a kid and he would go into the diner.  I took a picture of it.

It wasn't until after Mom passed and I was looking through old photos, when I noticed her in the picture.  Dad is sitting with the boys all fixated on him, and Mom is looking in at them through the window behind them, with a big, beautiful smile on her face.

 

[badmojo1006]

The picture of the Sudanese infant dying with the vulture hovering behind him

 

[steelerfan1]

Yes

Also the 1 of the 1 footballguys  sends out for veterans day of the wounded soldier solluting at another fallen soldier funeral.

 

[belljr]

Not really.

But I'll periodically scroll through old pictures of my daughter and tear up in a good way

 

[otb_lifer]

There are some pictures from the Rape of Nanking that are so horrifying that they've made me cry.  I won't link them, but there are piles of babies.

the most compelling and horrific book i've ever read - Imperial Japan certainly gave the Nazis a run for the money in terms of brutality and sickeningly sadistic disregard for humanity.  

so horrifying that the author, Iris Chang, dealt with severe depression and a visceral PTSD, factors that contributed to her suicide in 2004. 

 

[-OZ-]

Pictures of the fallen soldiers from my units tend to bring that reaction. As do many of the memorials mentioned already. 

The first picture I saw of our daughter brought a tear, still does. That was back in May, we'd finally meet her in August. 

Pictures of her finding place too. The concept of her bio parents dropping of their daughter at the gate of a farm and walking away is always going to cut onions. 

 

[mr roboto]

Yes. My grandpa holding my daughters (his great grand daughters) and playing with them at the park etc. My dad dies when I was 7 so my grandfather was my father figure. I loved him so very much and he lived near my wife and I for 3 years. She took care of him every day bringing him to the store and doctors office and the park with the kids. 

I miss him greatly. 

Interestingly I don’t get emotional seeing pics of my dad cause I was so young and he was so sick my whole life. Most of the pics of me and him were when he was in a wheelchair or hospital bed. 

 

[Nathan R. Jessep]

Yes....as a matter of fact, it happens every time facebook shows me a pic from the past of my dad.  It's only been a year and a half that he's been gone, but it happens every time.

Facebook memories are the worst. I've got one coming up in a few weeks, and kinda dreading it, being the one year anniversary of his passing. I might just take that day off. 

 

[KCitons]

The picture of the Sudanese infant dying with the vulture hovering behind him

Me too. Not just the picture, but the story behind it.

In March 1993 Kevin Carter made a trip to Sudan. Near the village of Ayod, Carter found a girl who had stopped to rest while struggling to a United Nations feeding centre, whereupon a vulture had landed nearby. Careful not to disturb the bird, he waited for twenty minutes until the vulture was close enough, positioned himself for the best possible image and only then chased the vulture away.

The photograph was sold to The New York Times where it appeared for the first time on March 26, 1993. Practically overnight hundreds of people contacted the newspaper to ask whether the child had survived, leading the newspaper to run a special editor’s note saying the girl had enough strength to walk away from the vulture, but that her ultimate fate was unknown. Because of this, Carter was bombarded with questions about why he did not help the girl, and only used her to take a photograph.

On 27 July 1994 Carter drove his way to Parkmore near the Field and Study Center, an area where he used to play as a child, and committed suicide by taping one end of a hose to his pickup truck’s exhaust pipe and running the other end to the driver’s side window. He died of carbon monoxide poisoning at the age of 33. Carter’s suicide note read:

“I’m really, really sorry. The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist… I am depressed… without phone… money for rent … money for child support… money for debts… money!!!… I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings and corpses and anger and pain… of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners… I have gone to join Ken [recently deceased colleague Ken Oosterbroek] if I am that lucky”.

My naivety hopes that she survived, and that he rests in peace. 

 

[The Commish]

Facebook memories are the worst. I've got one coming up in a few weeks, and kinda dreading it, being the one year anniversary of his passing. I might just take that day off. 

Oh, facebook is the suck when it comes to this stuff.  You'll get blindsided by some random event where you took a picture at your kid's ball game with the grandparents or some such.  At least with the big anniversary things you can prepare.  But I am right there with ya GB!

 

[Fat Nick]

About 2 years ago there was a picture of a little Syrian boy who drowned while trying to flee the country in some makeshift boat.  He way lying face-down in the surf in a little red shirt.  F-ing broke my heart and made me cry.  At work no less, largely because he looked exactly like my son, who was 18 months or so at that time, and had a red shirt and hair just like his.  I literally can't look at that picture if it ever pops up again.  

 

[kface]

About 2 years ago there was a picture of a little Syrian boy who drowned while trying to flee the country in some makeshift boat.  He way lying face-down in the surf in a little red shirt.  F-ing broke my heart and made me cry.  At work no less, largely because he looked exactly like my son, who was 18 months or so at that time, and had a red shirt and hair just like his.  I literally can't look at that picture if it ever pops up again.  

This.  I balled my eyes out and donated $1000 to doctors with borders.  That picture impacted me so much and reminded me of the humanity and the suffering that is occurring.  These people aren't terrorists.  They are families that look just look my family

 

[Limp Ditka]

My mother was widowed before I was 6 months old, so she had to work. My grandmother handled the majority of responsibilities that came with raising me until she passed when I was 9. A truly wonderful woman and while she had 2 other grandchildren, I was her pride and joy. There's a picture of her holding me, I'm probably under 2 at the time. I think it's somehow the only picture of the two of us together. When we moved a couple of years ago I couldn't find it anywhere and chalked it up to being gone. Then, one day 2 years later, I opened up the right box and there it was. Completely lost it.