I was sorting through some things the other day and ran across this image. It's of my grandpa in his air force uniform, fully clothed in goggles and ready for take off. I had never seen this picture before. Perhaps no one really understood the magnitude of that image.
My grandpa didn't spend much time following his dream of flying. In his late 20's he lost his sight and was honorable discharged from the air force to my knowledge it was before he ever served a mission. Not sure he even left the states but he had wanted to serve. And he had learned how to fly and had the chance to get a real good look at the world from up in a plane before the world started to turn black.
So when I look at this image it's a monument to his broken dreams and the courage to keep going even when what you pictured falls apart. I've been lucky enough to have a few of my dreams lost. And it's made me look at things differently. Perhaps it's because through my veins run the blood of this man and his example is forever before me that I realize that broken dreams are not the end and that great opportunities can come from the tears.
This brave man left the air force and went to school to become a teacher. He helped the blind adjust to becoming blind and made sure his family had the financial resources that they needed. I would love to say that this was the only time his dreams were broken but I know too much about his life to try to sell you on that lie. But I'll save those stories for another time. But I will tell you how his story ends.
By the time this man died he could barely move. He had been confined to a bed for years. His feet were so mangled and deformed that you could barely tell they were feet and I'm sure his bed sores were worse but he was never one to complain. We even asked my grandma because we thought for sure a man in that much pain would complain behind closed doors. But he didn't he was thankful for every minute.
This man is why I chose to name Carter Photography Carter Photography. He was always big into bringing pride to the family name. My brother is one of the last to carry on that name since there were so many nieces so he got the big lectures about making the family proud. I wanted to always remember my Carter roots and the man that left such big shoes to fill. Thank you grandpa for your amazing legacy.