memory of my Father
On 1 January is my father died of cancer.
When cleaning up his things, my mother and I discovered some very beautiful and above all very typical photos of him. Since I wanted to do an album for my mother. But that was not quite so simple, I needed a lot of time for that. But there was also a period in which I was unable to process my grief.
The album is deliberately very simple and it should always write down room for a couple of sentences / thoughts to have.
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