Dad

My dad.  Always a force to deal with whether it be in good times or not so good times. (Or in these instances, sad times) It seems though that no matter the situation I find my dad to be a great subject for photographs. 

The first image is a month or so after my mom passed away. (Winter 2013) It was Senior night for my son’s last home wrestling match.  This second image was taken not long ago in his house. (Spring 2015)  He is still trying to come to grips with the death of of my mom even after two + years after her passing.  If nothing else I have learned that grief knows no time limits and that even the strongest men have very real weakness.