Shot over Thanksgiving 2018, these images tell an abstract narrative of familial love, loss and longing. The making of these photographs is a coping mechanism. The camera stands between me and the reality of a holiday season without one of my grandmother’s and the memory loss of another. Truth has become a metaphysical ideal and I struggle to make sense of what these changes mean for what once was a familiar familial landscape. Clinging to any remnants of tradition, I attempt to find my place within this new structure.