On August 3rd, I received a phone call from my mother explaining that my grandmother had an aneurism that had caused a massive stroke and that she was being flown to Nashville to receive treatment. Things were not looking good.
Two days later, she passed away in the presence of my grandfather, my father, my uncle, my mother, my girlfriend and myself. The time was 2:25 am and most of us had been operating on little to no sleep over the course of the prior 48 hours. We left the hospital to return to my grandparent's house and arrived completely and utterly spent at 4:30 am. When he walked into the house, my grandfather went to grab this picture. He needed to see his sweetie.
The next few days/weeks turned into emotional and exhaustive journeys from Michigan to Tennessee and back. My grandfather suffered a stroke, a few falls and still has a broken heart, but I am happy to say he gets a little stronger everyday.
I am very proud of this image. It consists of my grandfather clutching his engagement photo shortly after her funeral service. The emotion is real and the story behind that emotion will forever be one of my last memories of my grandmother.