Losing Everything | #MyFridayStory №304
<p>Being protective of cherished possessions isn’t just for those who are sentimental. Losing something precious is never easy for anyone. The things we hold dear are valuable to us, no matter their price tag. Their worth often can’t be measured; it’s simply priceless.</p>
<p>My dad had a deep love for cameras and photography. Born in 1923, he started with black-and-white photographs and movies. When I was a kid, I can vividly recall my dad proudly showing me his Hasselblad camera, mentioning that it was the same brand used on the moon in 1969 during the Apollo mission. As new models with advanced cameras and lenses hit the market, my dad eagerly shopped for the latest SLR cameras. (For the uninitiated, SLR stands for single-lens reflex, a camera type that allows you to see precisely what will be captured through the lens using a mirror and prism system.)</p>
<p>Because my dad travelled abroad frequently, he could purchase camera equipment at better prices and with the latest features. He eventually settled on <strong>Nikon</strong> as his preferred brand, and his passion for photography only grew stronger. My Dad had an affinity for cameras and the moments they could capture. He was quite the globe-trotter, working for South African Airways for an impressive 47 years and enjoying a lifetime of free air travel worldwide. By the time he passed away, Russia was the only country left on his wish list to visit.</p>
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