Death...

This past week, I got news that a woman at work suffered an incredible loss on the 4th of July.  Wendy is my coworker, Max is her grandson.  In september, Max's parent's (Wendy's son and daughter-in-law) took him to the doctor, to get him checked out after noticing something was off about him.  After extensive testing, they found out he had brainstem glioma (Information I found on the interwebs about this: Brainstem gliomas are tumors that occur in the region of the brain referred to as the brain stem, which is the area between the aqueduct of Sylvius and the fourth ventricle.)  He underwent treatment, and there was hope for a short while.  However, on the fourth of July, Max passed away.  Six years old.  I don't know Max or his family personally, but I do know Wendy.  Wendy approached me this past spring and asked me to create two scrapbooks for her to give as gifts to Leanne, her daughter-in-law..  One for Max's sister, Addie, and one for Max.  I worked my tail off creating these albums.  I created pages and left spaces for journaling and photos.  It was a fun project.  Except I admit, I struggled while making Max's pages.  I knew he was sick and this affected my creativity.  I powered through, which is what I do.  At the last minute, I finished the books and delivered them to Wendy who carried them with her on the plane to visit Max and his family.  Leanne loved the books and said "they are beautiful and perfect" and also asked if I could make more for her to give others as gifts.  Of course, I can.  It's what I do, after all.

I'm going to post a couple of my faves from Addie and Max's albums: