I was eating breakfast, Saturday May 30th, when i got a call.
It was my mom.
Grandpa had passed away that morning at 6:30.
I didn't know how to mourn or how to cope.
It was my first time experiencing death in my family.
I got flowers that day in the late afternoon, lilies.
I put them in a vase and took a picture.
For the next week, I couldn't process. I just kept moving.
I was exhausted and restless.
Sitting here. Sitting there.
I tried to stay motivated, tried to get inspired.
I took a picture.
In the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening - cycle.
A sunrise, a sunset.
Documenting this "still life" dying.
It took twenty days for all the petals to fall off.
It has been twenty days since my grandpa died.
