Today my father would have been 62 years old...9 years and he passed away or he "expired" as the Indians would say, as I find it funnier. It fits perfect as my father was one of the funniest and joyful person ever. Sometimes when I find myself in a hard situation I have to remember one of his jokes or sayings and it feels better.
This is the last photo I took of him and the rest are taken in the same day, 9 years ago on Easter.
I don't get so emotional in my posts but I think this year motherhood affects me in a deeply manner.
Today is his birthday and he would have been the grandfather of my daughter, Erica.
