It was from when I was about 3, the first time I went to queensland to visit my dads family. it's of dad, poppy and myself. last time I looked at it pop was alive, not so well, but alive. next time I looked at it, he was gone. I sat there and cried. he died from cancer, a melanoma started it off. I think it's sad that I needed the validation of someone dying to actually see the damage a sun can do, but it's changed me for the better.
I love you poppy, your naughty pictures and words to my nanna on the backs of yahtzee score cards and all. I miss you.
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