I moved to Colorado about two weeks before I turned twenty-one years old. A decade later, I went back to my childhood home in Ohio for a week in September. The landscape felt new and compelling; there were photographs everywhere I looked. My family members were constant photography companions, driving down rural country roads with me, exploring childhood landscapes that were a distant memory. I continued to make annual week-long trips to Ohio every year until 2020, when my grandmother told me her lung cancer had returned, and she wanted me and my wife to come back for an extended period to visit her before things turned worse. We spent June in Ohio, living with family, taking my grandmother to cancer treatments, and making photographs. Even after she passed away, we continued our annual trips to Ohio. These photographs allowed me to reconnect with what had become distant. After returning to Colorado from my final trip for this project, my last living grandmother sent me the message, “Miss You Already”.