Dear Photograph,
My nephew David was full of such sweetness at the tender age of 3. There he is back in time playing with the neighbour’s cat, that had wandered into his grandparents’ backyard, without a care in the world. Sadly, his days of innocence were short-lived as he died at 21 years old. Innocence truly is bliss.
Amy
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Dear Photograph,
My legs are longer. My arms are longer. My shadow creeps out from around me a little more. But after 13 years, I’m still the same shy girl who doesn’t like getting her picture taken.
Faith
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Dear Photograph,
We didn’t have very much back in 1974 at the old apartment, yet my single mom always made sure we were dressed in our Easter best. Thus began my fondness for purple and chocolate bunnies. Thanks Mom.
Mike
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1 month ago
Dear Photograph,
Mama always made the best Easter frocks! I wish she was still here to make me one more fancy dress… Miss you, Collette
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1 month ago
Dear Photograph,
He would’ve celebrated his 100th birthday today. Instead, we travelled to our grandfather’s childhood home, to celebrate all the gifts he gave to us. Even though life wasn’t easy, he always marched to the beat of his own joyful drum, raising his daughters and granddaughters his entire adult life. Without him, we’d never have known that not all men are to be feared and there are men who are capable of great love and affection. He was our savior in so many ways. Thank you Granchy, for helping us to become the women we are today and for helping us to embrace trust once again…all because of you.
Love, Marcy, Pam and Jenny
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1 month ago
Dear Photograph,
When the door opens, I hope it is always love that comes out to greet you.
Anonymous
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1 month ago
Dear Photograph,
My grandfather died three decades before I was born. As I stood in the driveway of his house looking at the photo of him, in his black coat with his prized Franklin, I somehow felt connected to him.
Bob
Bob
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1 month ago
Dear Photograph,
My Dad’s family would travel far and wide to all vacation at Cole’s Motel every summer over the last few decades. Hanging out with my silly uncles, and all the good times we shared, makes me realize why my Dad loved to bring us here. Now that he is gone it really was the perfect place to come back to and celebrate his life.
Love, Wen
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1 month ago
Dear Photograph,
The family that prays together, stays together.
Chirpie
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1 month ago
Dear Photograph,
Things may lose their lustre but the love for my 2 best friends will always shine.
Laura
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