Grandpa Tank. I have lots of thoughts and words about your life and the legacy of a man you are, but for now I simply want to say thank you for a beautiful legacy. I’ll always remember your tears at holiday gatherings, your rough hugs and loud bark, but most of all I’ll remember your playful mischievousness to wrap a gift in 10 boxes for Christmas and watch with expectancy. I’ll remember talking to you about all things photography related and love that even after years of experience you’d ask me questions ready to learn. I loved watching you capture moments that no one else saw just like I love to, because I know I probably got that from you. You loved hard, probably the only way you knew how, and you never pretended to be someone you’re not. I’m pretty sure you’re an enneagram 8 like me and maybe that’s why we connected so easily. I look forward to the day where we can sit and drink great coffee, and all our brokeness is healed, and we have a million years to get to know each other better. Until then, love you Grandpa.
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Photos taken a year ago when I twisted his arm to model for me for the first and last time, while standing near his rose bushes and squirrel feeders.