Something beautiful...

I'm learning how to say good-bye. In the midst of this lesson, I 'm realizing that I'm not very good at it. In August, my grandmother passed away. We were very close and I was lucky enough to spend a great deal of time with her. As much as I take comfort that she is no longer suffering and is in the presence of God, I'm still grieving. I miss her...there are many things that I encounter things that remind of her.

As a family in September, we cleaned out her home. Her home was grand central station for our family for over 60 years. It was a home that she purchased before she married my grandpa... A home that she shared with him for over 50 years... A home that she raised her two children, not to mention the many years her 5 grandchildren spent playing there... A home that hosted many Bible studies, family gatherings and Friday evening card games.

Throughout the last couple of months I've been surprised by the layers of my grief...One of those layers has created a desire to make something beautiful out of this loss. So, with my camera in hand I took advantage of the painful process of cleaning out her home and I tried to make something beautiful.

Adams Ave, Fullerton CA

The gate to my grandparents backyard.

My grandpa's tool box...

Grandpa's work bench

Grandma's Camry...I learned to drive in this car.