Family portraits don’t mean anything, until they mean everything.
With my dad in the next room doubling over in pain, Jill and I had our ears pressed on the phone together. Tears streaming down our face, Dr. Mathews words stung. The diagnosis…cancer.
Jill began this business in 1996, when I (Jillane) was the ripe ole age of 6. She would never tell you that she hoped and prayed I would want to do this her someday, and she’d tell you she never pressured me into it. And she would be absolutely be telling the truth.
What began in 2009 as a late night trip to the ER for what we thought was an appendicitis diagnosis for my dad, turned into an incurable diagnosis of cancer for him.
We left Broken. A mess. No appetite. Our world upside down and laying in puddles of what if’s and what do we do’s.
And that’s precisely where we began this beautiful mother-daughter duo. With no one able to run the business while out of state, the keys were left to the 19 year old girl who had occasionally photographed a wedding or two with her mother.
