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a friend’s dad passed on and i got to know about it today. not great of course, and i remember her dad as someone very reserved and sturdy, a businessman no doubt. i took some photos of him during her wedding earlier this year and i didn’t pass them off to her because i didn’t think they make the cut. but today, i decided to polish up abit and send those to her because i believe she wants to keep memories of him for as much as she (and family) could. photographs i discard because of aesthetic value, take on a different meaning.

who am i to judge and throw on a whim … when they could mean so much more to someone else. …

she wrote: “Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names or deeds.” a wonderful line indeed…upon death, how one is remembered is all that matters.

Update: friend sent me a mail letting me know they were looking through the link i sent across during cremation. my heart died abit when i read that. i am glad i could contribute alittle of consolation in midst of grief.