Dear Photograph
Autor: Luis Antonio | Publicado: 2012-01-20T15:27:00-08:00



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Dear Photograph,

As I look at my sisters and I back in earlier years, I realize it was true, we did have happy times. It makes me sad that we aren&amp;#8217;t together anymore, but having this photo is a sweet reminder and that alone will always warm my heart. 

Merinda
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Dear Photograph,



As I look at my sisters and I&nbsp;back in earlier years,&nbsp;I&nbsp;realize it was true,&nbsp;we&nbsp;did&nbsp;have happy times. It makes me sad that we aren’t together anymore, but having this photo&nbsp;is a sweet reminder and that alone&nbsp;will always&nbsp;warm my heart.&nbsp;



Merinda




119 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

Balboa Park&amp;#8230; I got engaged here, married here and now I&amp;#8217;m alone again. But when I come to sit on these steps once more, I remember my parents had very little, and yet they made our childhood rich with fond memories. That is what keeps smiling.

Ronnie 
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Dear Photograph,



Balboa Park… I got engaged here, married here and now I’m alone again.&nbsp;But when I come to sit on these steps once more, I&nbsp;remember my parents had very little, and yet they made our childhood rich with fond memories. That is what keeps&nbsp;smiling.



Ronnie&nbsp;




339 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Thank you for giving my husband one more time to hold his  grandmother in his arms.  She passed away before we could get to her  side in Costa Rica.

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Dear Photograph,



Thank you for&nbsp;giving my husband one more time to&nbsp;hold&nbsp;his grandmother in his arms.&nbsp; She passed away before we could get to her side in Costa Rica.



Vanessa “Pura Vida”




181 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

I wish I could throw my arms around you and lean on you like old times. I miss my big brother.

Maryam
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Dear Photograph,



I wish I could throw my arms around you and lean on you like old times. I miss my big brother.



Maryam




179 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,
I always slept best at home and have never stopped dreaming!
Carlee
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Dear Photograph,


I always slept best at home and have never stopped dreaming!


Carlee




206 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

You won&amp;#8217;t be home for Christmas, anymore. Without you here, it just won&amp;#8217;t be the same, but we will fill your house with new memories of our own. I love you mom, thank you for making me the man I am today. 

Love, Steve
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Dear Photograph,



You&nbsp;won’t be home for Christmas, anymore. Without you here,&nbsp;it just won’t be&nbsp;the same,&nbsp;but we will&nbsp;fill&nbsp;your house with&nbsp;new memories of our own.&nbsp;I love you&nbsp;mom, thank you&nbsp;for making me the man I am today.&nbsp;



Love, Steve




374 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

Holidays are a little brighter when there are children to share them with.

Rhonda
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Dear Photograph,



Holidays are a little brighter when there are children to share them with.



Rhonda




166 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

Beware of Bear!

Nicholas
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Dear Photograph,



Beware&nbsp;of Bear!



Nicholas




531 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

She was a senior when I was a freshman and she has been looking out for me ever since. Now she&amp;#8217;s teaching my 2 boys at our old school &amp;#8230;28 years later!

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Dear Photograph,



She was a senior when I was a freshman and she has been looking out for me ever since. Now&nbsp;she’s&nbsp;teaching my&nbsp;2 boys at our old school …28 years later!



Gilbert Bohannon Jr


365 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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I&amp;#8217;ll never have friends quite like this&amp;#8230;and maybe I dont want to.
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Dear Photograph,

I’ll never have friends quite like this…and maybe I dont want to.

Love, Brittany


246 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO




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Dear Photograph,

Over the course of my life, you&amp;#8217;ve taught me most of what I know&amp;#8230; but of all the things we&amp;#8217;ve built together, our unwavering friendship is by far my most cherished possession.

Michael
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Dear Photograph,



Over the course of my life, you’ve taught me most of what I know… but of all the things we’ve built together, our unwavering friendship is by far my most cherished possession.



Michael




106 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;4 WEEKS AGO


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Dear Photograph,

When you dream&amp;#8230;DREAM BIG!

Janelle
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Dear Photograph,



When you&nbsp;dream…DREAM&nbsp;BIG!



Janelle




214 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,
It&amp;#8217;s been 50 years since I wore that snowsuit, and so much has changed. Yet in many ways, it feels like so little has&amp;#8230;just the way it should be.
Billy
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Dear Photograph,


It’s been 50 years since I wore that snowsuit, and so&nbsp;much has changed. Yet&nbsp;in many ways,&nbsp;it feels like so little has…just the way it should be.


Billy




1,769 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,
I will always believe in Santa Claus&amp;#8230; maybe this year he could tell London and Lancaster that these sisters need to be reunited.
Love, The Clown
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Dear Photograph,


I will always believe in Santa Claus… maybe this year he could tell London and Lancaster that these sisters need to be reunited.


Love, The Clown




299 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

You walked, hand in hand, to the chapel sixty three years ago, leaving behind the house grandma grew up in. How could you have known that to this day the  family you started so long ago are so inspired by the love you shared with one another. We miss you Grampy!

Leesha
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Dear Photograph,



You walked, hand in hand, to the chapel sixty three years ago, leaving behind the house grandma grew up in. How could you have known that&nbsp;to this day&nbsp;the &nbsp;family you started&nbsp;so long ago are&nbsp;so inspired by the&nbsp;love you shared with one another. We miss you Grampy!



Leesha




239 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Nan and Grandad were young at heart 40 years ago and Christmas  cards, all signed with love, hanging in a row. Now I&amp;#8217;m wishing for get  well cards so Nan will have a speedy recovery and soon be back to her  amazing self!

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Dear Photograph,



Nan and Grandad were&nbsp;young at heart 40 years ago and Christmas cards, all signed with love, hanging in a row. Now I’m wishing for get well cards so Nan&nbsp;will have a speedy recovery and soon&nbsp;be back to her amazing self!



Love, Tara




178 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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The look on my grandaughter&amp;#8217;s faces when they found those little surprises tucked away in our Christmas tree still fills me up with so much joy.

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Dear Photograph,



The look on&nbsp;my grandaughter’s&nbsp;faces&nbsp;when they&nbsp;found those&nbsp;little surprises tucked away in our Christmas tree still&nbsp;fills me up with so much joy.



Robin




188 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

I know you didn&amp;#8217;t ask for cancer to be on your Santa list this year, but all I want for Christmas is for you to stay strong and fight hard&amp;#8230;just like you always taught me. You are so much stronger than any chemo Papa. Cancer is just another thing to cross off your list to beat. I love you so much.

Amanda
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Dear Photograph,



I know you didn’t ask for cancer to be on your Santa list this year, but all I want&nbsp;for Christmas is&nbsp;for you&nbsp;to stay strong and fight&nbsp;hard…just&nbsp;like you always taught me. You are so much&nbsp;stronger than any chemo&nbsp;Papa. Cancer is just another thing to cross off your list to beat.&nbsp;I love you so much.



Amanda




280 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

All I want for Christmas is for Daddy to walk through that door. He won&amp;#8217;t be home for the holidays but when we ring in the New Year, I hope it brings him back home to all of us.

Miss you, Julie Ann
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Dear Photograph,



All I want for Christmas is for Daddy to walk through that door. He won’t be home for the holidays but when we ring in the New Year,&nbsp;I hope it brings him back home to all of us.



Miss you, Julie Ann




96 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO


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Dear Photograph,

Many years ago, having a snowday was everything and always unexpected. I sure could use one now!

Chris
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Dear Photograph,



Many years ago, having a snowday was everything and always unexpected. I sure&nbsp;could use one now!



Chris




106 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 MONTH AGO