This is my grandmother’s gravesite. She passed away in 2005, five years before my son was born. He never got to hold her and love her.
I chose this picture because my son seems to be reaching towards the sky in the light of the sun as if my grandmother came down to visit her first greatgrandson.
Not much later my grandfather passed of the same cancer as my grandmother. He stayed until he couldn’t stay any more. He wanted to hang on to watch my son grow a little and now I know he looks down on us watching him grow even more with my grandmother by his side.