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This is my Papa. My mom's dad and my hero.
I snapped this photo with a point-and-shoot camera a couple years ago and I did a bit of editing. He's a gritty man with a dramatic personality. I adore him and admire him and I would give just about anything to live closer to him.
My Papa. God, I love him. I miss him. I didn't even really do a great job editing the photo because it hurt to look at his face - to look into his weathered face and see his wise smile and know that I'm on the east coast and he's in Colorado. It's so far away. Sigh.
He's a hell of a guy, my Papa.
So, though this photo is my entry for this week's photo challenge, it's not really about the contest... it's about me missing my Papa.
8 comments:
I think that your photo for this week's challenge def. suits the theme! Very cool entry!
Ahh. I love it. I feel the same way about my grandpa. My daughter calls my dad "Papa." It happened on its own. That's how she could say grandpa when she was younger and it just stuck.
One of my grandmothers is on the east coast, and I miss her so so so so much! I relate.
This is a great entry. I love it! I know you miss him!
You did a great job with the edit too! Very dramatic!
Love this! So sweet. I hope he gets to read this post and know how much he is loved & admired!!
Great job! I love his hat and how you can see all the lines in his face. But most of all, I love all the sweet things you said about your Papa. :)
I love this one so much. I never knew my Dad's dad because he died when he was younger, but my Mom's Dad...ahh...my grandpa. Loved him so much. He recently passed away. I miss him!
Great picture. Love it!
...making me cry is not fair! It's a great photo, but an even better story.
Oh Melissa. I just now saw this post and it makes me realize how blessed I am to live with my daddy again. Never mind that I'm 53 years old, have been on my own for 35 years, raised a family, have grandkids and find myself back where I started. I look into my father's face and realize that I'm only now getting to know the man. Next time I'm feeling low because I still don't have a house, I will revisit this post and thank God He's given me the chance to be friends with the only man in my life who's been there for me thru thick and thin. Thank you, daughter. I love you.
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