I’ve lost the two most important people in my life in the past two months. One died and the other wants to. It’s so hard to watch someone you love fall apart, with the remaining pieces landing in a rut in the ground which was dug the day he was born. It’s even harder when you’re told it’s your fault.
2nd March 2012
Virginia High School in the 50’s
(Source: colormewithcha0s)
Reblogged From theanalyticalkid
Notes: 53802
Wee babe
(by free bliss)
It’s a great thing to have a family so full of love. My Grandmother died when my father was my age, from an illness he never told me. And thirty years later, my dad sat at Grandpa’s bedside, as he held on to the last remaining bit of his life with all he had. It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made to go see him again or not. I wanted to remember him for the hero he was, not the old, miserable man stuck in a bed. I looked up to him more than anyone, as did everyone who knew him. My Grandpa died two weeks ago. When I was told he passed away, of course I cried, but surprisingly, it was out of happiness. I don’t know what happens after death, but the thought of him reuniting with his wife made everything okay. It’s amazing what love can do for a person.
The best carnival.
- Camera: Nikon D80
- Aperture: f/8
- Exposure: 1/250th
- Focal Length: 18mm
My dad built this in college. You could slide down the mouth. I used to think this was impossible.
