8 months ago
I said goodbye to my grandmother earlier this summer. It was really dang hard. She had this gentle, reassuring presence that, when combined with her sass, made for an incredible motherly figure. I didn’t quite understand the impact she had on my life until I saw the crowd at the funeral: she made such a difference in the lives of so many, including the man pictured above. This picture of my grandfather says so much to me, though I’m not quite sure what it is. Maybe it sums up his current voyage into life without his partner of 60 something years. Maybe it speaks to his quiet strength. Or maybe it speaks to his penchant for keeping the yard free of even the smallest errant leaf or stick? Either way, I love the photo and him a whole bunch.