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Friday, April 11
she shared @ 2:37 PM

i love love love the camera. not always. and not that i love taking pictures. i just love what a camera does; it captures moments that you'll probably never be able to re-create in reality.

just like today.
i found these pictures..

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no doubt looking at them, it brings back the awfully familiar sore out of missing him, as if we just lost him yesterday (it's been almost 4 months, btw). on the other hand, i guess i miss him so much, just discovering that i actually have these photos of him carves a smile on the face! :)

i gotta count myself lucky that i actually grew up with him around in the same house for a good 10 years, at least! unlike his other 26 (if i got the calculations right) other grandchildren. khe.
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