Photo memory

I have a photo of my mum and dad that brings a smile to my face every time I see it. This picture was taken nearly 45 years ago at my brother’s house in Queensland. He had adorned one of his walls with a palm beach mural, and my mum and dad were sitting on the couch in front of it. My dad had his arm around my mum’s shoulder, and they both looked so happy. It was one of the few times we ever captured a photo of them together, beaming with joy. It is one of my favourite photo memories.

This photo stirs mixed emotions in me. While it saddens me to remember that my parents are gone, it also brings joy to see their happiness. I frequently think about how wonderful they were as parents, consistently demonstrating care and support, seldom raising their voices, and ensuring all five of their children had what they needed. Although my father sometimes threatened to punish me with a belt for misbehaviour, he never actually followed through. He was too gentle to cause pain to his kids. I was fortunate to have such great parents, and this photo reminds me of that blessing.