August seems to be the month for mourning. Today is the 9th anniversary of my daddy’s passing. He was 47 at the time and was depressed and stuck in the hole of being an addicted gambler. He took his own life. Yes, it is sad and I miss him terribly, but as they say, time heals all wounds and these days I can sit and think about him with happy thoughts rather than sad ones.
This is the only pic I have of him on my laptop, I really should get some from mum and scan them in, but you know, I’m lazy.
3 comments:
Such a beautiful photo. *hugs*
xoxo
I never knew.
It must have been so tough for you and your family at the time.
I hope those happy memories will be everlast *hugs*
thank both you lovely ladies :)
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