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RE: Why Photographs Are Simply Heartbreaking (Day 16)

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

This is really poignant. I stupidly went through a few albums the other day, knowing I would be overcome. As my father battles with cancer, I too knowingly stared into those fossilized memories, blinking back tears for the selves lost, the man at the drums, with a camera, a snowball, at the beach with a beard and a board, in his army greens, on skis, and there, with his first born daughter, who sits with him now and talks of all and sundry, or in silence, with love.

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Bless your heart, moved to goosebumps/near tears to read this... Thank you, for your trust in sharing this. I hope the suffering for you and your dear father might be alleviated.

Strangely, writing about it to total strangers helps the process! Thanks for your well wishes. We are definately enjoying the space we have before things get worse. We are all positive at the moment. I am sure it will be up and down. 💗