My favorite person.

I would stay with Poppop in his assisted living facility for a week at a time every chance I got. It felt like a mix of pure joy and devastating sadness. He would constantly say to me, “I’m not worthy of a picture.” But I knew - he was my most favorite subject. Of all the images I took of him, this is my favorite. I’ve thought for years about why. I suppose I just truly see him in this image - his patience, his strength, his undying fortitude.

I celebrate his example every single moment of my life.