Dear Photograph, I burned you once. I’m sorry for that. You take me back to a time where I thought the road we traveled would always be the one we traveled together. Now our roads have led us to different places and I’m no longer holding his comforting hands. We may not have discovered everlasting love along this pathway but I know that time will catch up to us and that our roads will cross again…it’ll only be a matter of time.
Dear Photograph, Ever since my mother and father got a divorce back in 2003 I don’t get to see my father very much. He lives a good amount away from me. Finding photos like this make me realize what a great father he was to me while growing up and how proud he is of his children. I love you dad!
My great-great grandfather rode through Middelburg, Netherlands and was known to all as the town butcher. Today, when the elderly ladies see his photo hanging on the lunchroom wall, they talk of how he would give them a piece of ham when ever they came into his store. I would love to walk back in time, right up to his counter, and have him give me a piece of ham…and advice.