What actually happened on Christmas.

This year on Christmas morning it was just my mom and I, it was really quiet. We opened our few presents, ate breakfast, and went to my grandmother’s grave for our first Christmas without her. She passed away exactly a week before school ended in June [2010] so my mom’s still taking it pretty hard. You’d think this would be a bonding moment for us, but it wasn’t.

The paper she’s holding is a poem called “my first Christmas without you”. I thought this was a good thing to take a picture of because when you know what she’s holding, it puts so much emotion in the photo.

Yes, my mom is crying. Yes, she told me to delete this. No, I didn’t listen, no I don’t regret it, and yes I think it’s a stronger picture to show just because she’s crying.

I love zoom. Zoom zoom zoom.

These were the flowers that my aunt, who lives in Oregon, had put by the grave in AUGUST so I HAD to get a picture of them because they probably won’t last for very much longer and I’d like to show this to my aunt someday.

my uncle Kevin and aunt Betty had visited the grave on Christmas Eve and they wrote “we know your with us nancy, love ya!” in in the snow. Obviously, they misspelled “you’re” but who cares, it was a touching moment when I saw this.

Waiting.

This picture was actually an accident because I was trying to take a picture when my mom started bugging me so I was waving or something, the camera moved, and BOOM. I like it.

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