phatic communion
dear-photograph:

 
Dear Photograph,

You walked, hand in hand, to the chapel sixty three years ago, leaving behind the house grandma grew up in. How could you have known that to this day the  family you started so long ago are so inspired by the love you shared with one another. We miss you Grampy!

Leesha

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
You walked, hand in hand, to the chapel sixty three years ago, leaving behind the house grandma grew up in. How could you have known that to this day the  family you started so long ago are so inspired by the love you shared with one another. We miss you Grampy!
Leesha
dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
Over 20 years ago my father rode his bike around town at Christmas and made people happy! Today I hopped on my Harley and got the chance to continue this tradition. I got to spread lots of Christmas cheer, posing for photos, handing out Tim Horton’s gift cards and making people smile! Merry Christmas Dad, I’m glad to follow in your footsteps!
Jesse 

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

Over 20 years ago my father rode his bike around town at Christmas and made people happy! Today I hopped on my Harley and got the chance to continue this tradition. I got to spread lots of Christmas cheer, posing for photos, handing out Tim Horton’s gift cards and making people smile! Merry Christmas Dad, I’m glad to follow in your footsteps!

Jesse 

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

New Year’s resolutions and 30 years gone  by…what was that little boy inside of me thinking about so long  ago? I hope I never quit chasing that little boy’s dreams. It’s what  matters most.
Scott

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
New Year’s resolutions and 30 years gone by…what was that little boy inside of me thinking about so long ago? I hope I never quit chasing that little boy’s dreams. It’s what matters most.

Scott

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
I remember when my Dad taught my niece how to ride her bike. Today she stands tall and this photo is what I now hold close to me. Dad passed away, suddenly, eight weeks ago and Christmas and New Year’s Eve just didn’t shine the same without him here.
Miss you, Yvonne

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

I remember when my Dad taught my niece how to ride her bike. Today she stands tall and this photo is what I now hold close to me. Dad passed away, suddenly, eight weeks ago and Christmas and New Year’s Eve just didn’t shine the same without him here.

Miss you, Yvonne
dear-photograph:

 
Dear Photograph,I’m forever grateful for my sister. She kept me from tumbling downward when my parents divorced. I wish I could go back to beanie babies and the days when finding happiness wasn’t such an upward climb.You saved my life Sissy. Love, Robin

dear-photograph:

 

Dear Photograph,
I’m forever grateful for my sister. She kept me from tumbling downward when my parents divorced. I wish I could go back to beanie babies and the days when finding happiness wasn’t such an upward climb.
You saved my life Sissy. Love, Robin
dear-photograph:

 
Dear Photograph,

Balboa Park… I got engaged here, married here and now I’m alone again. But when I come to sit on these steps once more, I remember my parents had very little, and yet they made our childhood rich with fond memories. That is what keeps smiling.

Ronnie 

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
Balboa Park… I got engaged here, married here and now I’m alone again. But when I come to sit on these steps once more, I remember my parents had very little, and yet they made our childhood rich with fond memories. That is what keeps smiling.
Ronnie 
dear-photograph:

 
Dear Photograph,

I was once as skinny as my clarinet. These days I should be playing a tuba.

Eric

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
I was once as skinny as my clarinet. These days I should be playing a tuba.
Eric
dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,He was a real cowboy right down to the wallet he carried in his boots. Riding horses and ropeing cattle throughout his battle with cancer. How we wish he didn’t have to ride off into the sunset. Missing him forever.Love, your family

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
He was a real cowboy right down to the wallet he carried in his boots. Riding horses and ropeing cattle throughout his battle with cancer. How we wish he didn’t have to ride off into the sunset. Missing him forever.
Love, your family

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,I wish I could still have moments, full of love, just like this every night.Love, Magdalena

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
I wish I could still have moments, full of love, just like this every night.
Love, Magdalena

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,If only I could hop on my bike and pedal around town with my mom just for the day. That adventure would be priceless!Sarah

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
If only I could hop on my bike and pedal around town with my mom just for the day. That adventure would be priceless!
Sarah