His memory has faded, and all because Alzheimer’s Disease came into his life and stole it away from him. He may not know who I am anymore, but one thing is certain….he will never forget how to love. Love You Grampy,
Brinna
Dear Photograph,
Ten years of coming and going up those stairs and there you are, always waiting with so much tail wagging love for us to come home. You are and will always be the best part of each and every day.
Nathalie
Nathalie
Dear Photograph,
He has changed his room over the past 20 years, but one thing remains the same… he is still the sweetest son a mother could ask for.
Love, Mom
Dear Photograph,
Please tell mom we are there with her in spirit, picking up seashells on her favorite beach.
Love,
Kari and Lyna
Dear Photograph,
When I was three years old, I took this picture with my very first camera. Fifteen years later, I crouched down on the same deck to look once again through the eyes of my three year old self and take another photo. Perspective can be magical…it just depends on how you choose to look at things.
Rachel
Dear Photograph,
My father can’t hold me anymore. Now I hold my son, and he has his grandfather’s name. Daddy, I hope there’s sea, wherever you are….Happy Father’s Day. Love Always, Marta
My father can’t hold me anymore. Now I hold my son, and he has his grandfather’s name. Daddy, I hope there’s sea, wherever you are….Happy Father’s Day. Love Always, Marta
Dear Photograph,
I love my red keds…and my grandparents.
Julia
I love those!!
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