My Grandmother’s Funeral

This is a difficult blog post to put together. My aunt, uncle, and mom wanted me to photograph my grandmother’s funeral ceremony. They knew they wouldn’t remember much from this day when it was all over. I was a little torn inside. On one hand, having a task to do helped me cope with the sadness I was feeling. On the other hand, it’s quite a different feeling when the people I see through my lens are MY people and they are hurting. I don’t think the funeral was the hardest part for me, though. It was almost surreal. Going to her house and not seeing her in her chair. Not hearing, “Well hello Tim-Tom”. That’s the sound I hear in my head when I think of her. I miss her already.

Below is a slideshow of the images. I knew the song I wanted to use immediately after the service. The lyrics completely sum up this experience. My grandmother is now free… no more pain or suffering. “This ache I feel inside is where the life has left your eyes. I’m alone for our last goodbye, but your free.”

Bubba’s Funeral from Thomas Lester on Vimeo.

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