When thinking about our family and how we enjoy seeing their portraits on the wall, I always go back to this thought.
"When we go upstairs at the end of the day to go to bed, the first portrait I see is one of my mom and dad. It was taken a year before my dad had a stroke. After his stroke, he was in and out of hospitals and nursing homes, lost a lot of weight (and he was skinny to begin with) and he never looked the same after that."
The word that comes to mind...THANKFUL!
Yes, we had quite a time convincing them that a portrait was a good idea! I remember quite well how great they looked that day...alert, happy and enjoying themselves.
I am so happy that we took the time to get them in for a portrait now that my dad passed away. My mom has aged so much without him by her side and doesn't remember much anymore. He was her reason to fight for her health...and memory.
This is the lesson I learned; if I had to scroll through hundreds of images on my phone to see this image every night...well, I wouldn't.
But I don't have to look at my phone to see their faces, smiling at me. They are right at the top of the stairs, as a printed portrait I can enjoy every night as I go up to bed.