My father

I did not want to take his photos. But at the same time, I felt I should. He is seventy eight years old. He thinks he will die when he becomes eighty one years old. I hate to take his photos, because I am afraid this is the last photo of him. More likely not. But I cannot help thinking about that. I thought I should take photos of three of us. But my mother did not want to. So I did not insist.
I know I always talk about my mother. Not much about my father. His favorite expression was
"it is ok, so it is ok".
Well, I just hope this would not be the last photos of him.