It was one week ago today that my grandpa was buried, what a since of loss. It wasn’t long ago that he was full of life and wanted to see the world with his beautiful bride, now I grieve the loss of someone that I only wish that I could have known more. There still may have been so many stories that I had not heard that he had to tell between the stories that I had listened to so often.
Looking back I can’t say that I would have done anything different, visited more often or called. Their is one thing that I would have done more often without question. As a photographer an image is worth more than it’s quota of 1000 words and the sentimental value of a single image of my grandpa just skyrocketed. It is for this reason that my only wish was that I had more images of my family so that if something were to happen I could much more easily remember them for the person that they once were, aided by the images of how I remember them. Of the 57,000 images that I actively manage in my photo archive I have just a handful of images that show my grandpa the way that I remember him and wish that I had more.
Now left to ponder the many stories that I can’t quite remember my grandpa and his memory starts fading until only a few remain that remember him for the person that he was from the memories of those that best knew him.