There are moments in life that determine our future. At a time they don't even seem that special and it isn't till years later that we realize how meaningful and important this day was. Why am I telling you this? Because this is a little bit funny - my company started all became of the gooseberry. Yes! I became a photographer, I've decided to document other families lives because of a gooseberry!
I remember when I was a kid I used to sit in my grandparents garden and watch them. My grandpa would pump the water from the well to water his tomatoes. My grandma would pick up some veggies or fruits. And I would sit on the bench, if front their tiny shed, eating gooseberries. To be honest I don't even like gooseberries... But years later this very moment, this very taste became the most important in my life.
You see - my grandparents past away. My Grandpa 12 years ago, my grandma about 2 years ago. And I miss them terribly. There is not a day that I don't think about them. They meant a world to me and I'm pretty sure they were the best grandparents one can have. Wise and kind. Strict but also very loving.
Unfortunately I don't have a lot of photographs of them. I do have a couple but the quality isn't even good enough to print it for a wall art. It breaks my heart and makes me realize that the photographs of those we love are truly priceless. But I cannot change the past. All I can do is educate others and learn on my own mistakes. So I take pictures of my family. Of my parents and aunts. Of my kids and their cousins. I want to save our lives from forgetting.
A few years ago I went to farmers market in my town. And for the first time I saw someone selling gooseberries ("not very smart" I thought - "they are not even that good"). Anyway - I bought them out of curiosity - will they still be a bit sour? I've put one in my mouth and tears started to go down my chicks. I couldn't believe it - I was there again! Sitting on the bench, with my back leaning against the shed. The squicking sound of the pump, the smell of the flowers. My grandma's voice. You see - I have never eaten a gooseberry outside of my grandparents garden. The taste and the smell of gooseberries brings the memories so real and vivid!
Yes. All I have left is a Gooseberry. But I will do what in my power to make sure you have left MORE. And that when you pass away one day - your children will have MORE. Because after all "Nothing is really lost to us as long as we remember it".
So I urge you - hire professional photographer! Don't wait longer, don't keep postponing it till 'next year'. Try to plan a special session with the grandparents. Make sure that your house is filled with photographs of your family. Please, don't wait like I did.