A Story To Tell...

I have always looked at these photographs and the letters from dad but never really saw them, until now. A big struggle is facing the thing you fear the most... loss. I am in a place where I can finally read the first letter and see each word through a different angle. He writes he loves us, he misses us, he had a flat waiting for us. He writes he hopes we are happy, that we listen to mama. He writes he hopes to be reunited. He writes he is fighting for the freedom of Bosnia for his children. Looking back through the photographs I can see we were happy, we did listen to mama, we loved and missed him dearly. We still love and miss you Dragi Tata. Hvala ti sto si se borio za nas.