A Father & Son Reunion

2013-06-05 - East Granby, CT - It's never too late for a hug from your father as Specialist Adam Avenia of the 143rd Military Police Company of the Connecticut National Guard welcomes his father John into his arms on his return from Afghanistan Wednesday to the Air National Guard base near Bradley Airport. Traffic held John up as he traveled from Ansonia where they both live but it was worth the wait as they embraced for the first time after a year-long deployment. Sometimes photos just happen for a reason, you don't know why or when but afterward it hits you. This photo did it to me today. If I hadn't arrived late to this home coming I probably wouldn't have this photo. If I had gone to the "right" location to begin with I would have different photos, but for whatever reason I turned left when I should have turned right so to speak.  There was some confusion as to time of arrival today and when I pulled up to the gate of the base I knew things were already underway so the rushing into each others arms photos were not going to be mine today, it meant that I would have to work a little harder to find a good photo. I was frustrated and feeling like I missed it. I saw fellow photogs Sean Elliott of the New London Day there, he was on time early even. And Jim Michaud of the Manchester Journal Inquirer, he was on time too. Everywhere I looked I felt I was one step late, I was standing alone looking around at the dwindling crowd when I caught a soldier walking out of the corner of my eye to the left and he had a smile on his face, the kind of smile that lights up your eyes. I glanced to my right and saw a gentlemen walking up with an expression of relief and happiness on his face. The two men embraced and held one another for a while. I gave them space and shot with a wide angle lens as they patted each other and spoke softly. I approached them and asked for their names and if they were father and son, they answered yes.  I could tell, it was the same way my dad and I hugged one another. I lost my dad on Easter Sunday, I miss those hugs everyday. The photo didn't affect me as I took it, or even shortly after, but while I was editing in the car, it hit me, hard. So in some way I think there was a reason for me to be late today, a reason to take this photo, a reason to share a hug with my dad through Adam and John. Welcome home 143rd, welcome home and thank you for your service.

2013-06-05 – East Granby, CT – It’s never too late for a hug from your father as Specialist Adam Avenia of the 143rd Military Police Company of the Connecticut National Guard welcomes his father John into his arms on his return from Afghanistan Wednesday to the Air National Guard base near Bradley Airport. Traffic held John up as he traveled from Ansonia where they both live but it was worth the wait as they embraced for the first time after a year-long deployment.

Sometimes photos just happen for a reason, you don’t know why or when but afterward it hits you. This photo did it to me today. If I hadn’t arrived late to this home coming I probably wouldn’t have this photo. If I had gone to the “right” location to begin with I would have different photos, but for whatever reason I turned left when I should have turned right; so to speak.

There was some confusion as to time of arrival today and when I pulled up to the gate of the base I knew things were already underway so the rushing into each others arms photos were not going to be mine and it meant that I would have to work a little harder to find a good photo. I was frustrated and feeling like I missed it. I saw fellow photogs Sean Elliott of the New London Day there; he was on time, early even. And Jim Michaud of the Manchester Journal Inquirer, he was on time, too. Everywhere I looked I felt I was one step late, I was standing alone looking around at the dwindling crowd when the corner of my eye caught a soldier walking to the left and he had a smile on his face, the kind of smile that lights up your eyes. I glanced to my right and saw a gentlemen walking up with an expression of relief and happiness on his face. The two men embraced and held one another for a while. I gave them space and shot with a wide angle lens as they patted each other and spoke softly. I approached them and asked for their names and if they were father and son, they answered yes.

I could tell, it was the same way my dad and I hugged one another. I lost my dad on Easter Sunday, I miss those hugs everyday. The photo didn’t affect me as I took it, or even shortly after, but while I was editing in the car, it hit me, hard. So in some way I think there was a reason for me to be late today, a reason to take this photo, a reason to share a hug with my dad through Adam and John.

Welcome home 143rd, welcome home and thank you for your service.

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