Days With My Father

So I recently stumbled upon this photographer's work and I fell in love. I was so emotionally drawn, I can't even fully describe it. In fact, his work is so beautiful, so profound that I found myself smiling and crying. His name is Philip Toledano. In this series, he documents and captures everyday moments of his father in his last couple of years before his death. I feel a strong connection to Toledano and perhaps it's because we share this same experience, I remember spending the last few days at the hospital with my ill father before he passed away. Here's the link...
Days With My Father
What truly broke me upon viewing the photographs was reading that his father had no short-term memory and thus was constantly re-living the shocking news of the death of his wife. It was painful for both Toledano and his father.
It makes me realize how fragile and precious the human life is, one day you're young, beautiful, and healthy and the next day you're withering away like dust..