‘It’s really far,’ he said, his wrinkly eyes losing the dream like his fading vision. ‘It’s not Dad, it really isn’t,’ I placed my hand gently on his bony shoulder. His trembling, paper-skin hand tapped my hand, acknowledging the gesture, as if that was enough.
I took the picture placed on his lap, gave it one more look and said, ‘Let’s pack our bags and go get that!’ My 80 year-old father wished to capture the ancient lighthouse twinkle on camera again, 60 years after he first clicked this award-winning photograph. In his thoughts, he travelled the distance, and smiled with renewed hope.
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