Friday, January 9, 2009

Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us~Oscar Wilde

My handsome (late) father The loving couple...(i admired them and still do...)

Daddy's gal...( i was more like a son kan.....hehehehe..perasan...eldest kan...biasa laa...)

Pictures worth a million words that bring my soul to tears. I study each one carefully replaying the memories in my mind looking for clues of what the future would hold and the heartache it would leave behind Beautiful memories are the fabric of our past..