There are photographs you take that you don't think much of at the time. Not clear enough, too much clutter in the background, the colours aren't right. Then time passes, lots of time, and that snapshot becomes a deal more precious. Daddy's smile, boots off, favourite seat, a cup of tea. Sitting there in his corner with all his bits around him. He would have been 93 years old today. A mighty age and far too old for Seamus' liking. Still... he is missed.
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