The recent death of my Grandfather reminded me in a unique way the value photographs hold. Even as a photographer, I was really confronted with the role photographs played in our grieving process, and in our remembrance of who he was. By default I was in charge of putting together the collage of photos for the memorial service, and it was so interesting to see some of the old photos of Paw-Paw, some of them REALLY old. I realized what a blessing it was that we in fact even had those photos, and that they were in good shape. Though I had seen some of them before, it gave me an interesting look into his life before I was born, who he was as a young man, and even showed me memories of us together that I would never remember otherwise because I was so young. Good times, things that would make people smile as they looked over the collage at the memorial were all represented by photographs. I think sometimes I get caught up in the pressure and the business side of being a photographer, and this whole process these past two weeks has caused me to take a fresh look at what I do and remember that it is valuable and important in ways that I may never even know.