My dad keeps his photos in a big box . I told my dad the photos were needed by Jessica for a school project. I initially planned to steal them but they were hidden away somewhere in his bedroom so plan B was needed.
Dad passed me the box of photos but in his hand was a small, old, battered photo album I've never seen before. He handed me it and said "She's welcome to use these too if she wants. Ask her to be careful."
Inside were pictures of a little boy.
A cheeky boy grinning at the camera
A boy proudly riding his tricycle
A boy pushing a wheelbarrow with a smile as wide as wide
A proud father knelt down by his son
A father and son smiling into each others faces sat on the couch
Every photo was worn, corners and edges worn thin from loving fingers caressing them
A little boy and his dad - My dad, my brother Ian
Ian was killed in a car accident when he was 3. This album was full of love and memories of a son who lives in my parents' hearts
Sometimes you need a little perspective in your life. I got mine today
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2 comments:
Oh, Lisa, Darling. Indeed, perspective. My fella's parents also lost a little boy. He was run over at the age of 6, I believe. His mum still goes to the grave site which is in another county in Ireland altogether every single year. I reckon some things you don't ever fully get over.
-N
Thank you for sharing. Do you have a picture of you and your daddy when you were young?
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