The Last Photo
The last time I ever saw my Dad alive was this past Christmas.
While I was visiting with him... I wanted to take a picture with him... But I was too nervous to ask. In the past, my Mom would force family photos upon us... but of course, Mom wasn't there.
I wanted a picture of my Dad... so... I snuck one with my cell phone. No one ever knew I had taken it. I never showed it to anyone.
I loved my Dad, but I ended up hating that photo. He was sitting on the couch...skinny, and frail... a dying man. His face was so sad.
Throughout the year, at random times, I would look through my cell phone pictures of silly escapades and adorable kittens... only to stumble upon that photo of my Dad. The last photo I ever took of him...on the last day I saw him alive.
I looked upon that photo many times by accident. Why I didn't just delete... I'm not exactly sure. Maybe... I didn't have the heart to erase any part of him... ...even something... ...so sad...
I have gotten a new cell phone since then... my old phone being completely wiped. That photo doesn't exist anymore... at least... not the way it use to...
...now it's forever sketched into my memory.
It's almost been a year. I miss my Dad...