Monday.
July 1st.
2024.

Over the weekend, he mentioned wanting to write a book again.
'The problem is, I can't write like that'.

He's told stories that are hard to hear..
...but important to know.

He's experienced things that are unimaginable...
...and continue to make him feel lucky to be alive.

Without his struggles,
My entire world would not exist.

'Maybe I can help you with that book'
'Can I take a photo of you before you leave?'

'Sure'

So we went into the kitchen.
We made this frame.
And I haven't stopped looking at it ever since.

To be continued...