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| (Photograph taken by me downtown Grand Rapids in 2011) |
My father passes over a year and half now. He died of
cancer. I took photographs of him at his death bed. Most people wouldn’t have
done it, but I knew that it was the right thing to do. My father would have
been proud of me for doing what I love and using my talent to the end.
What the point of this posting. One day, those photographs of my father maybe can help someone going through the same thing. And my father believed in me. I believe
in myself and my talent. That new life I talked about starts today…
