My grandpa, who just returned from the hospital yesterday with another bout of pneumonia, has always been a fighter. He was once a brave, handsome young man who fought in the war. He could build anything or fix anything. He taught me to fish, use a circular saw, ride a go-cart, shoot a gun, work hard. He proved that he could do anything, survive anything. He is still fighting and surviving, but this is one battle we heartbreakingly know he will eventually lose. For now, I’m trying to appreciate every minute I have with him, even if he may not remember me anymore. Because I’ll always remember you, Grandpa.
1/30 sec., F4.0, ISO 800
18-55mm lens (18 mm), no flash