I just got back into town yesterday from my dad's funeral. I know the worst is over but with Christmas right around the corner, this is so much harder then I anticipated.
I left Tulsa with a bunch of pics of my dad and it's just a bittersweet reminder of why I love photography so much. In the end, all you have are the memories.
The last two are so meaningful to me because I've been trying to get my hands on a copy of the photo of me with my cousins for ages and now I finally have it.
I've lost my cousin and my dad within a span of two years.
I pray for a good Christmas, a decent one at least.
And a break from pain and loss.