There is not any need, I suppose, to write a specific caption to explain or describe this photo...

My father and I have not many photos together, maybe because I don’t like allowing others to take photos of me or maybe because both of us are rather reserved and occasionally even apparently bashful.

This one, which is relatively recent, is the last one we have together.

Today my father is 88, he’s still amazingly well for his age, both physically and mentally and I’d even dare to say that lately his temper and mood have become milder and nicer.

I had dedicated a small gallery to his oldest family photos, in case you are a bit curious about the long life of this gentleman, who, among the more important and worthy things he has done in his life, has done me as well (with the fundamental cooperation of my mother who had also the main role in the matter, but it’s not her birthday today, so she has to stay temporary aside), you might give it a look.

Clicking on this small photo album


He’s with my mother now, while I’m 300 km away, I don’t intend bother you with a detailed explanation of the reasons.

I spoke to him by phone this morning, I think he’s happy to be arrived until this point of his existence and I think he’s right.

“Age is an issue of mind over matter.

If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. “

~Mark Twain~