I have come to realize that the photographs I take are an expression of my life and the events, people, places and things that affect and have an effect on me.  Few things can effect changes in a person as drastically as the death of someone close.  In times like this I realize that while I like taking photographs I can never seem to to capture the emotions of a scene as many of the professionals can.  I can’t explain it, but I “had” to take photographs at my Grandmother’s funeral, it wasn’t something I wanted to do, or even preferred to do, I rationalized it as a job that would help keep me occupied, but it was more than that.

To my Grandmother, may she rest in peace.