to remember

Dad hasn't been too good of late, all the sickenings of worry etched into his face like a wood carving after his time spent at the hospital yesterday meeting mr surgeryman, having tests for this and yet more samples taken of that. It's been horrible to bear witness to seeing the man I worship the most facing such things, but this afternoon we were blessed with a brief little moment to treasure forever and neither star of the show had a clue.

I hope she treasures this photo forever.