A photograph that first comes to mind.

I'm wearing a yellow and white striped shirt, and a hat. He's wearing a green polo with a rabbit fur hat. It must have been cold. I smiled so big i could've lit up an entire town. He was somewhat reserved, his mind elsewhere. I should've seen right through him. We were at the bowling alley in Boyne City. I'd wait all week till friday, because thats the day I knew i would see him. My mind triggered fridays to him. I was addicted to him, Like i depended on him, on his love, his smile, him. Dan Cote had my heart then, and forever. I dote upon him. He's the anchor my heart is tied to, it tries to move on, but then it remembers the concrete heartache holding it down. He is gone. out of my life. He slips my mind, but the thoughts come back and linger like ghosts that i can never get rid of.


My most treasured photograph.

The simplicity of a happy family. Before the heartache, before the cancer took its toll, before my dad passed away. It is something I treasure. A simple photograph. A sense of togetherness that no longer exists. My sister and I dressed in our best dresses, and my mother, beautiful as ever. My father, handsome, hiding his pain. It is hard to get over the fact that he's never coming back. With each day I wonder if I am what he expected me to be. Or did he want more? I love that picture it makes me so happy, to see all the smiles. It makes it seem like i'm still that little girl, and i'm in a dream world. It makes me think of playing blanket monsters, and puppet shows. It makes me wish i could remember more, it makes me wish he could be there on my wedding day, or my choir concerts. To see his proud face in the audience. but most of all it makes me miss him.