A MEMORY (PORTRAIT OF MY FATHER).
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The life that you know of the life that you have understood me to have had, is not as it seems. One day when you begin to look for answers, you will find my writings. Small carefully traced letters on lined paper, tiny words of a past you could not see without the eyes clouded by age.
There, between lines in photographs that do not belong to you, but are of you, you will find me. Life is short and packed with detail that we often lose as we pass on. Hold on to my life, let it be a blessing to you, and see through my eyes. I do not want you to hurt, nor to feel sorry for me, but don’t forget you were forged out of adversity and this my son is but a brief glimpse of something greater.