Before, I was editing our travel video capturing laughter, places, and memories. But now, I’ve moved on to something much heavier... I’ve been editing our old pictures, the ones with my lolo and the whole family. And it’s so, so hard. Every photo feels like a piece of my heart breaking all over again. I can’t stop crying. It’s not just about missing him it’s about realizing how deeply he’s woven into my happiest memories. These images hold stories, quiet moments, and love that words can’t always express. I’m trying to be strong, to finish this tribute, but the grief comes in waves. Still, I know he would’ve wanted me to smile, to remember the good times. So I’ll keep going slowly, gently with love in every frame. T_T