This is going to be a tough post to write, and here is why, this is something i feel overly strong about meaning there is so much emotion wrapped up in it all and so up front i want to say i will be writing this from my heart and not my head. There will be grammatical errors, and more than likely spelling errors too, and because i am a girl, there will be tears, so count yourself lucky you don’t have to see that.
My family have always been everything to me and they have always been immortal. It is a hard stabbing guttural heart severing reality when you realise that that is indeed not true.
Last year January the second, lying on the pool all coconut oiled up, my mom got a phone call and my heart sank, I have always seemed to have this in built radar for things like this, I don’t know why.
My dad had gone to play golf with a friend of his and something went very wrong, My dad was rushed to the local doctors rooms and then once stable had been taken to the hospital, heart attack.
I count myself one of the luckiest most blessed people, because I do have such a strong close relationship with my family, and quite honestly, I don’t know what I would do with out them! Something else that is really beautiful is the bond and relationship between my parents and my 2 little boys, again my mom and dad have been sensational with helping out with the boys, always, but even more so now since my divorce. My dad takes both boys to school in the morning and then makes sure they are fetched on time from their classrooms, taking them back to their home so they can do their homework and play with their cousins. Extremely blessed that I do not have to send them to aftercare, it is such a long day for them, and so blessed that I know where they are and that they are perfectly safe and taken care of. I love watching how the bonds have formed; Vaughn has the engineering mind so he migrates naturally to my dad. Dylan just wants to love and make everybody happy so he migrates naturally to my mom, it is like magic.
When we got to the hospital, we couldn't find him and no one knew where he was, but he arrived and he was treated and I got to cry and let all the emotion out…
Even though he is safe and alive, that shock gave me that horrible realization about mortality. My goal and mission was to ensure I took photographs of my parents with my boys and the rest of the family, I only got to that project this weekend past as it was a bitter sweet shoot, I don’t know, taking the photographs knowing, in the back of my mind that that will we all we have eventually…. (praying and pleading it wont be soon) but the horrible truth is that people we love the die, and our photographs become more precious than gold oil or diamonds. Please, I implore you…. Book that shoot with your family, make the effort, do it, now!!!
if there are spelling errors, grammar errors, i am sorry, but that's me, a horrific speller, and it is too hard to re read and correct for this particular post.....
now, go, go now and book your photographer!!!