My Family

My Family


Welcome to my blog! I'm Michelle and am a mother and a photographer. You will see pictures of my amazing clients here, as well as my children. Grab something hot or cold to drink and take a look around!
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Saturday, March 31, 2012


My grandfather is dying.  My dad and uncles made the tough decision today to not put a feeding tube down his throat. He broke his hip a few days ago and had surgery to fix it.  He came out of it doing well but has taken a turn for the worse. My grandfather is 91 years old has lived an amazing life.  In 1948 he was in the Olympics over in London, and won the silver medal for shot put.  He has had success, loved the Lord, traveled the world, met all of his grandchildren and great children, and has been loved by my beautiful grandmother.  The last few years he has had dementia which has been sad to see.  As I talked to my family today and tonight I said it is his time to go.  He has lived a full life and how truly remarkable to be dying at the age of 91 from old age.  As we went about our day today this song, Good Life, by One Republic kept playing over and over in my head. 

My sweet Grandfather walking hand in hand with my father.

As we dyed Easter Eggs today, and watched the rain and hail I just thought about life.  No one knows the cards they have been dealt.  Life is a journey and some are given a longer journey than others.  My Grandfather is one of those lucky ones.  

Life is a gift.  I am grateful that my Grandfather was able to live a great life and will be leaving a legacy behind him. Today as we were out and about in town Weston said, "Let's pray for Papa Jim", and we did.  We prayed for him to pass quickly and without pain, for my grandmother who he leaves behind, and for all of us who are sad to see him go.  I am thankful my three little ones knew their great grandfather and will hopefully have memories of their Papa Jim.   

“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Carole said...

Nice blog. You might like this poem about life being a gift.

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