I miss my Dad. I miss his grin, his beard, his dry sense of humor, his hands, his voice, the trick he did with his ears, his one of a kind dancing! I just miss all of him. Sometimes, I wonder how he would manage with the technology available today, the digital world. I think he’d be fascinated, but like me, he’d miss the old days and ways. I think he would be proud of me for the photographer I’ve become, thanks to him. I’m forever grateful that he made so many pictures because I can’t imagine not having these images of my siblings and my childhood.
Love you forever, Dad.
One day, all you’ll have left are memories and photos. Please remember to make both.