He was born on the 3rd of May, 1954. And he is not with me anymore, though he is in my heart and in my memory...
I guess all children love their parents, so do I. The problem is that sometimes we just forget to keep saying it to them. This is the only thing I regret, I should have told him more often...
I remember my first photo camera. I got it from my dad when I was 13. It was the same camera which he used to take first pictures of me, it was his camera which he gave me in hope that I would take photos. And I do take photos. I hope that once I will take a great picture looking at which he would be proud of me...
I love you, tata, I love you so much.