Douglas

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Time does heal all wounds.  At least for me, it's true.  

There were many dark times after you died but now, I can hardly remember those details.  I don't even want to try to search my mind for it.

Somehow the good times and the happy moments are still vivid and although we never got the chance to see where life would take us, I feel certain that you would approve of Stephen and how he has taken care of me.

However, 40 years is memorable even if it remains in the "what was" years. This post is to honour that union which led me to everything that I am today.  

All Souls (Belated)

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I meant to put this up on 2nd November but was caught up with doing other things.  

These four chairs caught my eye and attention when I saw it.  My immediate thoughts were of the four men who made an impact in my life.  

Just leaving this here to remember Horacio, Antonio, Douglas and Eric.  

Faded pictures and memories

 

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I am not particularly photogenic.  I almost always don't like the photos taken of me.  I don't have a fixed smile that I can automatically switch on.  In short, I can't be an actress and I don't have a poker face. 

It is amazing that so many have the same look in every photo.  Do they practise in front of the camera?  I look different in almost all my photos.  Okay, some candid ones can be explained but the ones in a group or when posing for a picture?  How do they manage to perfect the smile, the look, and the pose?

Only lately, I have begun to loosen my hang ups about ugly photos of me!  Oh yes, the kids love it and save them in their handphones.  *rolling my eyes here*

Then I realise that when I am dead and gone, it is these very photos that will make them smile.