This morning my Grandmother passed away.

Tomorrow we're packing up and heading to Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan to be with the family. Out of our family unit, my dad is the only one who's really shaken by it. We've been somewhat expecting this for years now, but she was a fighter. She was very ill with Alzheimers and we never really expected her to make it much past when grandpa died anyway (and that was 10 years ago.) But with her passing comes a sense of peace, for me at least. She can finally be back with her husband resting eternally together, and for her sake I hope god is real.

She was a woman of great passion and she lived everyday of her waking life dedicated to her family of 7 kids. I wish I'd gotten to know her in my adult life, but by the time I was old enough to be anything other than 'one of the kids' she had long ago disappeared into her Alzheimers.

So tomorrow night we make the 8 hour haul to Moose Jaw. Luckily I don't have any shoots to cancel (haha! totally the most common flake excuse from models .. or so i've heard) I'm not looking forward to the drive, or even really the funeral (as watching grown men cry makes me uncomfortable) but it's one of those things you do out of pure and honest respect for a great woman. And it will be nice to be there to support my dad, he's always trying to be the hero, but he's pretty upset. And I strongly believe that when the shit hits the fan, we need to take care of our own. Family is all we've ever really got.