I had the honor of photographing my own grandpa’s wedding this summer.
“I am not always the greatest with words, especially when they are sappy, so forgive me, but I wanted to post this: You don’t expect to watch a grandparent get married. I still have a hard time occasionally knowing my grandma is gone. Yesterday was a hot mess for my emotions and I cried more in one day than I have in a long time. It is bittersweet. It’s hard not to think about all of the “things that could have been”. In a “perfect” world, grandma would have beat the cancer that took her, the last ten years would have had a much different turnout, and there wouldn’t be a Diane. But with all the knowledge we have now, it wouldn’t be a perfect world, because we also wouldn’t know Diane. Like Aunt Tammy said perfectly in her speech yesterday, there is no doubt that she was handpicked for us. Because what are the chances that someone who walked into our lives only a year after we lost our rock would have the patience and graciousness to take a back seat sometimes and help us all heal through the immense grief that we were still dealing with and stick around??? But she did. If grandma had a hand in it at all “up there”, she knew if we couldn’t have her, that we needed the next best thing. She had told us herself that she never wanted us to dwell- but to continue to LIVE. Our family has been through a lot the last 9 years that Diane has been a part of. Welcoming four new grandbabies, almost losing grandpa and Aunt Gie Gie, my wedding- she’s the only “Great Grandma Snook” that Aiden has known in his life. And though that is emotional for me to think about, it is also bittersweet. Because even though it’s not my Grandma Bon, Diane is more than worthy of the title of Great Grandma Snook. She helped us pick up the pieces of our family and made my grandpa happy again. We love her so much and are very thankful for her.”
Second photographer/reception photos: Sarah Loveall