I was going through my phone, deleting old or duplicate photos when I came across this one. It’s from last Christmas, his last Christmas. Just my dad and I looking over his Christmas presents. It’s not a good quality photo by any means. But there’s something poignant about reliving that ordinary moment that doesn’t seem very ordinary anymore.
The quality of the photo is irrelevant in this case. It is the meaning that is most important. I found it immediately moving before I even read your text, because I knew and could relate on a very personal level
