It's been 4 years on March 3rd, and unfortunately seems like yesterday, I've been slowly scanning the pictures that my sister could collect. It's very painful actually because they bring memories, and stories that soon I will scrapbook about once I have these pictures ready.
This is my dad and our fellow past dog, and I see pictures of him and her both in heaven now, make me think that I know why I love dogs so much because my father was such a good owner for her. He did everything, while my mom always was the kind of people that dogs was something you have on your backyard and say hello sometimes. She never allowed the dog at home, or even step in the kitchen. But my father loved her.
Today , I do things that probably my father would do (if was not for my mom) I have my dog inside my house as part of the family.
It's kind of funny Lucas is going to be born on March, this month won't be so sad like this past 4 years...
I miss my dad.....
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