11/25/2021
āI held you like this,ā was the only expression her grandma could speak. It was quiet in the room, but you could feelāthe sleepless nights, the tired parents, the dishes waiting to be done. But that was meaningless now. The little one finally met his great-grandma. He was her first great-grand baby. And in whispers we exchanged embraced the moment, holding everything dear right here, right now.
I got to surprise my dearest friend with this documentation. She didnāt know I was coming but she tested up the minute she saw me. She knew.
This year has been one that has wrecked me. Iāve dealt with grief: some past, some new. My own great grandma left this earth when I was a senior in high school (and she was in her 80s). Now I know that I picked up the camera simultaneously as she got sick. I ever photographed her funeral because Iād hope it would make me feel something instead of the numbness I felt then. Imagine what an avalanche came out of me when I finally dealt with those years of grief locked inside of me. Through photography, I have healed. And now I can make sure that others have living proof of the sweetest love known to me: the love of my great grandma.
She held me like this too.
Art heals. Art transforms. Art matters.