Out of my hopelessness and desperation, I realized I couldn't go on living with this terrible pain that had taken over my life. I needed help, but I didn't know who could help me deal with this grief I was going through. I knew I couldn't do it in my own strength, and it had to be someone much stronger than me. It had to be someone who could understand and know the pain in my heart. I found that someone who took away this pain that was choking the life out of me. I found strength in his loving arms. Without Him, I could not have made it on my own. He knew what I was going through because He could feel my pain. This is my story about my grief journey and how someone rescued me from my grief. He gave me so much of Himself that the only way I could share it with you is to take you through the 'Photos of The Heart." I was born August 2, 1949 in Gadsden, Alabama. While attending college, I met the most wonderful woman, my beloved future wife, and we were married 34 years. We have three sons, a daughter-in-law, and five grandkids, whom I love dearly. I don't have a long list of books that I have written to convince you to read this book. But I do have backing from the greatest author who ever was, is and will ever be: God. I have written in this book what He gave me, and since this is His book, all royalties will go to Him. My heartfelt prayer is that when you read this book, you will see God's wonderful love and see He is waiting for you to give Him your grief.