Not Fade Away
I lost both of my grandmothers within two weeks of one another. I’m extremely thankful to have had them as long as we did. They both got to know my daughter well. I was extremely close to my paternal grandmother, “Ma.” The photographs I made of her in her final days battling cancer are still too hard for me to share even with my family, six years after the fact. Though I wasn’t nearly as close to her, I began photographing my maternal grandmother, Edna Wright, at her home in Seneca, SC a couple years before dementia began stealing her away. She was one of the happiest people I can remember ever knowing. She was never without a smile on her face.