My grandma flew to Ohio from Oregon to be with us for Christmas this year. She flew in Tuesday evening and Wednesday morning we had received a call informing us that my grandpa had passed. My grandma wanted to be there with him when his time came and we all thought she would be. We believe that he knew she was with family, where she needed to be so that he could let go. He had Alzheimer's and it had progressed pretty quickly this last year. My dad, brother, and I were able to fly out last year when he still knew who we were. We were fortunate enough to be able create new memories with him and reminisce on the old ones and enjoy what time we had left with him before saying our goodbyes, knowing that would probably be that last time we would see him, and now he's gone. However, we do believe we will see him again one day and we are grateful he is no longer in any pain or discomfort. He lived a full and happy life and i will forever cherish my memories of him.
He's the one that had inspired my interest in photography and I wanted to share one of the last pictures he had taken.