Today dates three years since my father died, and such anniversaries always bring up lots of memories. One of the things I miss most, is the (little) adventures we used to have together. When I think of my father, I think of him in his blue shorts and t-shirts when we were on holidays. Simply because I feel like that was when he was really himself. We all were. I decided to look for some old photos of our trips together, and although they are lovely pictures, they aren't nearly as beautiful as these moments were when we lived through them.
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| France, 2009 (or 8?) |
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| Sweden, 2010 |
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| Sweden, 2010 |
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| Sweden, 2010 |
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| Sweden, 2010 |
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| Sweden, 2010 |
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| Sweden, 2010 |
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| Sweden, 2010 |
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| A beautiful photo of my mum, in Sweden, 2010 |
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| My favourite adventure with my dad in Sweden , 2010 |
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| France, 2011 |
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| France, 2011 |
Please don't think I only miss my dad on the day we lost him. When you lose someone you love, you feel it every day.
Love,
Eva
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