I came across this journal, I call it a journal. Because it's not a blog that we flaunt about our frivolous lives or emo ramblings that I do everyday. But a journal. That records life of an old man, father of a not bad looking photographer, with his pictures in it, and the son jotting down his life, after the death of his mother or the old man's wife.
Only 42 posts, I was deeply affected and attracted by it. Whether is it the picture or the funny jokes that the old man pulled. His name was Edward.
Old man acting cute? SOLD. I have super soft spots for old people, especially old man. Not dirty old man of course but some of them just have this angelic face that I cannot help but to want to give them a hug.
And tears started to roll down when I found out that he died. There is no date or day that specifies when he died. But I could actually feel when his son Phillip wrote that he passed away. And is now in "Paris" with his mom. =( I feel like as if I'm part of their lives.
I miss my grandparents. =(
Only 42 posts, I was deeply affected and attracted by it. Whether is it the picture or the funny jokes that the old man pulled. His name was Edward.
Old man acting cute? SOLD. I have super soft spots for old people, especially old man. Not dirty old man of course but some of them just have this angelic face that I cannot help but to want to give them a hug.
And tears started to roll down when I found out that he died. There is no date or day that specifies when he died. But I could actually feel when his son Phillip wrote that he passed away. And is now in "Paris" with his mom. =( I feel like as if I'm part of their lives.
I miss my grandparents. =(
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing the website. I loved it too and it made me cry too..
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