I can’t tell you how much I miss her. Some people might wonder what I’m doing, digging into my personal life on my business blog. Well, I feel if I can’t be myself with my clients then I’m not being real. I’m not your ordinary photographer who likes to rush session, get paid the day of and tell you that your CD won’t be ready for 6 weeks. I do things different. I don’t like short sessions even though I do the mini sessions in the summer, I don’t even ask for a drop of cash the day of, and CDs are always ready before 3 weeks. I try very hard to make things good for my clients as they are choosing me to document their lives. So, thus, I’m going to get personal here, so bare with me. I wasn't feeling good last nite whatsoever, so I zonked out early, otherwise I would've done this last nite. Don’t worry, I included pictures of course.
I miss her very much. My grandma passed away in September. September 10, 2009. I had this whole idea of branding a new business name, Yellow Brick Road Photo. My grand opening was to be on 9/9/09. My grand opening never happened, it just wasn’t the right timing. I had asked my grandma for some business advice in August. I can remember sitting at the table and looking at images on my laptop. She thought it was so neat that pictures could be sent to computers these days. She shared some thoughts and gave me some pointers that no one else would’ve. I was planning to do a grand opening on 10/17/09, the date picked by my Grandmother because it wasn’t too close to Halloween but close enough where kids would have costumes.
We came up with the idea to have a Halloween mini session day at McNaughton Park, where kids would show up in their costumes, I’d pass out treat bags, and parents would walk away with a CD of 15 edited images from the session on a CD for $30. My grandma had told me to bring candy to her and she’d prepare the treat bags. The grand opening of Yellow Brick Road Photo never happened. It breaks my heart to think it was nearly a month away. I never saw it coming. I can remember her perfectly polished nails as she’d reach across the table and pat my hand as she giggled about something. She had a heart full of gold, and was beautiful in everyway. I went over to her house atleast two Sundays a month and then some in between. I regret not going over there more often. I find myself taking a country drive on a winding road now sometimes on Sundays and listening to a CD that reminds me of no one but her. Sometimes I need that.
There’s so much that has happened recently I would love to share with her and listen to her advice. She gave the best advice. Whether it was about saving money for a house, spirituality, family feuds, relationships, or anything from food recipes to movies to watch, she had wisdom for it all.
This past week has seemed like a very long one. It’s been full of anxiety, sitting on the edge of my chair excitement, happiness, laughter, disappointment, and a a whirlwind of everything crashing down at one point. One good thing did happen this week, I assure you that. You’ll hear more about it in the future. I know, I am keeping you on the edge of your seat now, huh? Anyways. I know my Grandma would’ve been so comforting after she heard about some of the things that were going on. I would love to have a diet rite with her and ask her about grocery store deals and listen to her talk about anything. I recently read this book, For One More Day by Mitch Albom. It literally reached out and grabbed my heart and squeezed it. I recommend it if you’ve lost your mother or grandmother. It really opens your eyes to a mother’s love. I am so thankful for my mom and can’t imagine how hard it’s been for her to cope after losing grandma. She would be turning 78 on January 18th. We would have taken her to he favorite place, Texas Roadhouse. She would've looked beautiful as ever.To my angel, my second mother, my Grandmother Betty Jean Sapp.. I miss you everyday.
0 comments:
Post a Comment