The Oldest and the Youngest

Life goes on… and on. A week after my sister passed away, my father turned 92. It was a very strange day. We had a small celebration with chocolates, cookies and coffee. It all happened in a serene and depressed atmosphere.

A few days later some local officials, dressed in traditional folkloric costumes, payed tribute to my Dad because he’s one of the oldest inhabitants of the village. This is a regular annual tradition. Many happy returns!

Thank you so very much for your help, kindness, compassion and sympathy at one of the most difficult times of our lives.

Father, Daughter and Son


Can I have a chocolate egg? – Black & White Photo Challenge, Day 5. This is my last contribution to the Photo Challenge. It’s another shot from our family celebration on Easter at my Dad’s place. I love my family.

I was invited to participate in this challenge by Gin from Darwin On The Rocks And Around The World. Thank you, Gin, I had a great time. Mr. Bowie will be back in the next post, if he wants to join us…

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