I've had some time off from my 9 to 5 'er for Christmas/New Year's break, so I knew I had to see my grandma. My grandpa Rushing (my dad's dad) passed away in 1990, my grandpa Taylor (my mom's dad) in 2003, my grandma Rushing (my dad's mom) last year in 2015. So I guess we can say my grandma Taylor won.......ok, not joking bout succeeding others in death but she is the last grandparent I have. I know I need to see her more than I do, but my time is gone before I get it! So tonight we notched out a couple hours to stop in and see her. My 2 little ones were a little shy at first but, Jackson my middle son, warmed up and had some fun. Ava, the little girl in the house, came around also, Jonathan still remembered her no problem. It's funny how the memories of the big white 3 level house packed full at Christmas comes back, grandpa keeping the wood burning stove near cherry red in the basement, us kids sliding down the upstairs on our butts, the never-ending row of stockings, sounds of wood cracking as it burns to ash comes slowly back after those holidays have passed nearly 25 years ago. Grandma always had a spread that could feed a small army, gifts for half the town, and music was always a staple. So years pass and grandpa has gone, the big white house is in others memories now and has been traded for a quaint 1 bedroom assisted living apartment. The one thing that will always remain are the memories, and you can keep making memories, no house or amount of gifts will impact the ability to make a memory. I love pictures, when the memory gets fuzzy a picture helps clear it up. Thanks for the memories, I do cherish them and hope for many more. J
Jon was with us but for reasons other photographers understand, sometimes the moment happens and we don't stop a natural moment to include something, then it becomes unnantural.