My Walkabout

A strong bout of melancholy and terminable sadness take hold after I return from seeing the littles.

 

November was the last time we all were together, and little Hope wasn’t born yet.

I think sickness has finally come knocking on my door, or perhaps just old age is showing itself in my face, no matter what it is I suppose.

 

I’ve limited time left for making memories.

I let the shutter fly, and spend my waning years watching my littles here, their smiles help me through another day.

 

I hope they remember me in a good light.