It was quite by chance we were all together in one room. Nearly 20 years have
past since my brothers, sister, and I had occupied the same space long enough to capture the
moment on film. Yet, here we are, four generations strong waiting for the festivities to begin.
All around are the signs of celebrations, a birthday as I recall. Balloons and streamers
filling every inch of previously barren space on the walls. The air sweet, with the aroma of fresh
cut roses sitting near the bed where Annie lay, propped up just right by pillows on all sides. Near
her hand the bell she rings to call for help if need be.
“Annie” as we all call her is short for Auntie Georgia. The matriarch of
our family, Annie, has spent her life dedicated to …show more content…
The one we could count on, to wipe our tears or share in
our smiles. No matter the situation, be it right or wrong, whether we needed scolding or love she
is always there. Now, is our time to give back to her, because when all is said and done, she will
always be our second mom.
Our dear sweet Annie has been primping all day to make sure everything is just right. Her
hair freshly colored to hide any hint of grey, meticulously curled and sprayed so that no
wild hairs get in the way. Her makeup artfully applied so not to be overdone and her nails
manicured and painted with a pale orange to match her lips. Chosen for both comfort
and style her outfit, brings out the hazel color of her eyes. This is a night she wants to remember,
but more importantly, it is a night she wants us all to never forget.
In the photograph stands my sister, her husband by her side. Such striking couple
her five foot two and his six feet five. They wear the smiles of a couple in love, even after
nearly forty years. Strong, yet refined you see the signs of worry, lend distinguishing …show more content…
His wife petite and dainty, her smile lights up the room with warmth
somewhat like sunshine, a stark contrast to her chestnut hair and deep brown eyes. Each one of
their boys sport the same brown hair and eyes of their mother, although towering over her petite
stature one glance and you know they belong together.
It’s my 57th birthday and although to me it was just another day, to Annie it was cause
for celebration, a way for her to take a mental inventory, a time for her to witness first hand that
we were all strong and able to take on the world without her still holding our hands. None of us
are children, quite the opposite in fact, each one watching our grandchildren, begin to start
families of their own. Annie, brought us all together, perhaps as a final lesson in the
importance of family and the memories, we create. Making us all stop and pause, as we
reflect upon the love that we all share. Taking stock of our blessings, and remembering the
importance of setting time aside for those that helped in the shaping of ourselves as individuals.
These photographs, like moments frozen in time, tell the stories of our lives. We all
past since my brothers, sister, and I had occupied the same space long enough to capture the
moment on film. Yet, here we are, four generations strong waiting for the festivities to begin.
All around are the signs of celebrations, a birthday as I recall. Balloons and streamers
filling every inch of previously barren space on the walls. The air sweet, with the aroma of fresh
cut roses sitting near the bed where Annie lay, propped up just right by pillows on all sides. Near
her hand the bell she rings to call for help if need be.
“Annie” as we all call her is short for Auntie Georgia. The matriarch of
our family, Annie, has spent her life dedicated to …show more content…
The one we could count on, to wipe our tears or share in
our smiles. No matter the situation, be it right or wrong, whether we needed scolding or love she
is always there. Now, is our time to give back to her, because when all is said and done, she will
always be our second mom.
Our dear sweet Annie has been primping all day to make sure everything is just right. Her
hair freshly colored to hide any hint of grey, meticulously curled and sprayed so that no
wild hairs get in the way. Her makeup artfully applied so not to be overdone and her nails
manicured and painted with a pale orange to match her lips. Chosen for both comfort
and style her outfit, brings out the hazel color of her eyes. This is a night she wants to remember,
but more importantly, it is a night she wants us all to never forget.
In the photograph stands my sister, her husband by her side. Such striking couple
her five foot two and his six feet five. They wear the smiles of a couple in love, even after
nearly forty years. Strong, yet refined you see the signs of worry, lend distinguishing …show more content…
His wife petite and dainty, her smile lights up the room with warmth
somewhat like sunshine, a stark contrast to her chestnut hair and deep brown eyes. Each one of
their boys sport the same brown hair and eyes of their mother, although towering over her petite
stature one glance and you know they belong together.
It’s my 57th birthday and although to me it was just another day, to Annie it was cause
for celebration, a way for her to take a mental inventory, a time for her to witness first hand that
we were all strong and able to take on the world without her still holding our hands. None of us
are children, quite the opposite in fact, each one watching our grandchildren, begin to start
families of their own. Annie, brought us all together, perhaps as a final lesson in the
importance of family and the memories, we create. Making us all stop and pause, as we
reflect upon the love that we all share. Taking stock of our blessings, and remembering the
importance of setting time aside for those that helped in the shaping of ourselves as individuals.
These photographs, like moments frozen in time, tell the stories of our lives. We all