About my father

My father passed away fifteen years ago. He looked at peace on the deathbed and I felt he had happy life. He had dementia and looked he was having a pretty hard time for years. 

At the night when he died, I couldn’t get to sleep. I felt he implore me I put his his Buddhist altar in my flat. As I prefer European style, I displayed his pictures instead of it. These pictures were one when he was young.As  I was born when he was fifty years old, he looked like my grandfather. 

He in the pictures was not handsome but looked full of hope in his life.

I like the pictures. But my mother told they didn’t seem himself and gave them up to me.

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