Things are finally starting to wind down a bit around here, and wow – what a year it has been. I don’t even know where to begin, or if I should share or what I should share, or shouldn’t share… or if anyone even reads this stuff. But here I am. Reflecting on the past 12 months. It has been my busiest year to date, and simultaneously the hardest for me in my personal life.
I have been on a wild ride of emotions since my Grandfather passed away just before Christmas last year, and now my Grandmother just last month.
They were married 70 years. They helped my mom raise me and they were a constant in my life. I have always been fully aware of just how lucky I was to have so many years with them. And at a certain point as they got older and I got older, I think it hit me that our time together was limited so I wanted to soak up as much of them as I could, while I could… and I did. But I will say, even with those efforts, it did not make losing them any easier.
I miss them every single day.
One thing is for sure. I am grateful I took the time to photograph them. Never have I cherished images so much in my entire life. Take the pictures. Even if you feel old or fat or tired… take the pictures. Your family will cherish them for generations, and they won’t see what you see. I promise.