It was the evening of his wake. He always loved photographs. But then again, who doesn’t. It captures an exact moment in someone’s life. Memories. The room was filled with memories, with pictures. Pictures of our vacations, holidays and pictures he had taken of his favorite places. Everywhere I went I was surrounded by love. […]

  It was the evening of his wake. He always loved photographs. But then again, who doesn’t. It captures an exact moment in someone’s life. Memories. The room was filled with memories, with pictures. Pictures of our vacations, holidays and pictures he had taken of his favorite places. Everywhere I went I was surrounded by […]