Even though Jason's grandpa passed away in June, the memorial service couldn't be scheduled until this past weekend.
It was a lovely service, with faraway family in attendance. I offered to create a slide show of Grandpa's life, and I also got to sing at the service. It was an honor to do something for the family.
There is something powerful about photographs.
Something that moved me to tears every time I watched the slide show. It didn't matter that in the course of making it I watched it dozens of times.
I never understand it when people refuse to have their picture taken. It's so sad, really. If you're one of those people who ducks away from the camera, let me implore you not to.
To capture someone's life in pictures is a remarkable thing. Seeing them grow from child, to adult, to parent, to grandparent.
This is Jason with his grandpa. What a gift to have this picture.
This is Jules with her great-grandpa. Another gift.
Photographs are an amazing thing, aren't they? I'd say more, but I'm sobbing onto my keyboard here, and I think that's about all I need to say about that.