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...
Synath Buth...
Steamed crabs with Dad...
Steamed crabs with Dad.
It's what we do.
Year in.
Year out.
Just before COVID,
He was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer.
The doctors gave him 2 to 3 years.
And despite that, here we are.
Beyond the expiration date.
Flying low on the radar.
For as long as we're able.
Ice Cream..
We went for ice cream.
I saw this cat.
Sara held my ice cream.
I made this frame.
