365 days

A year ago I took a portrait of my Dad. Little did I know that I'd be looking at this picture in my lounge every day for nearly the last six months, and usually either smile or raise a small tear at the sight of him.

Blip is both good and bad for remembering things, if you use it as a true photo journal, and strange anniversaries crop up if you use the 'year again' feature, but on this occasion I remember a great few days spent with him and Grandmama in the Peak District, the last I spent with him in 'normal' circumstances. I'll probably never take as good a portrait, and don't particularly want to.

I think about him every day, wear his wedding ring to remind myself of him, and still love him to bits.

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