As a designer, I know that working on an image gives me time to be reflective as I study and refine what’s in front of my eye. This night before Father’s Day, working on this photo of my dad, my twin brother and me, I just let myself feel. It’s poignant to work on a photo of someone you loved so immensely and who’s been gone from your life for so long. Even though the memories fade in time, the love remains, accompanied by a small ache that you know will always be there.
I was so blessed to have this father of mine for 17 years. God bless the men who father the children of the world. We so need them.

Hundreds of hours of work is gone. No one’s fault except mine. I wasn’t careful enough when changing over to a new computer and forgot my ExtraSprinklesPlease files. And then thought I had them still. And then lost them.
Beside me as I write this is a lovely note I received in the mail last week from a dear friend. Not only are the words precious, but seeing my friend’s handwriting is too. If I had to run from a burning house, photographs and handwritten letters would be tops on my list of things to rescue. (Okay, maybe the cat too…)
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