After getting back from Fresno this weekend my sister brought back some old photos that belong to my parents. It's amazing what photography can do and accomplish: capture that moment in time for the end of time.
Everything that I am today I owe to my parents. I'm honored to call myself their son and I live each day of my life in accordance to what they would have wanted me to, especially carrying on with the spiritual journey they've already help established.
I miss my parents dearly and there's not a day that passes that I don't think about them. My mom would have been 52 years old this year, my father 63.
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wow-
i'm sure that this must be a very special moment for you. it's great to see things like this because this is solid proof of what we're doing is a good thing. people will look back at our photos years from now and feel the same way as you did.
keep up the great work... i know you're not too far away from where we are, so i'm sure we'll meet someday. coffee perhaps?
= )
take care,
//ed
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