On February 6th, my beautiful Grandmother passed away. She was 90 years of age, and left the world with family who loved her so much, right at her side. One month before she passed, my Aunts and Uncle took her to the War Museum in Ottawa, and my Uncle took this photograph. It's stunning. It is the perfect example of when photographs speak words that our verbal vocabularies cannot. I wanted to share it...because it somehow captures so beautifully, yet so painfully, the end of my Grandmother's time with us.
