Through My Father’s Eyes

Back in April, I posted a series of blogs that were part of a theme called Seven Days of Dad, in memory of my father.

Seven years ago on April 9, 2002, my dad turned 49. Seven days later, on April 16, 2002, he died.

While I did blog about him throughout those seven days, I never really did a final, culminating post. It was mostly because I didn’t know how to end this ode to my father.

A few months later, I’ve figured it out.

I’ve figured out how to remember my dad while continuing in his story (and history).

Check it:

One night, while at my house, Ashley realized that the lens from my father’s old Canon rebel (I’m talking film here) fit onto her new, digital Rebel. I’d been wanting a Rebel for a while and this seemed like divine intervention on why I should get one. I could combine old and new for a perfect product.

So now, here it is. My father’s legacy, all of us who survived him, were born after him, and entered the picture after him, pictured through his very eyes (sort of).

Happy Birthday Jovanna.


2 thoughts on “Through My Father’s Eyes

  1. Megan Leigh says:

    just letting you know that i used my last tissue on this one! very very sweet miss jovi! have a great day!

  2. Katie says:

    I absolutely love this. What a wonderful story. And great pictures! I’m so happy for you 🙂

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