Mourning the death of a loved one is never a fun time. The loss tends to always be a shock even if the death is known to be near. My mom lost her brother last week. He was the baby of 4 siblings and was only 51 years old. He lost a battle with a disease called alcoholism. We all knew the time was near but really didn't expect it to happen so quickly. When the word was received that he had passed, it was still a little hard to swallow.
He was a husband, father, brother, uncle, and son.
Many loved him for him.
Many were long time friends.
Many will truly miss his presence.
In times like these though, you tend to bring family in closer. You hold them tighter. Let them know that you love them. None of us will ever know when we will take our last breath. Cherish each moment - and that we did over the weekend. My mom's sister, her daughter and granddaughter came up for the funeral. We don't get to see them often because they are so far away, but J-Man and his cousin "Miss Diva" are only a little over 2 months apart and love to spend time together. I was able to capture some images of them playing outside. J-Man had not had a nap, so he was irratable and wouldn't let me get some pictures of them but I was at least able to get a few where he at least acted like he was having a wonderful time.
|My little guy had a hair cut this weekend too. It has definitely had to grow on me.|
|Oh, and this is just a random shot of the love of my life! :)|
He could use a haircut on his face! LOL.