If I could, I would bring and sling my camera everywhere I go; to lunches, to grocery shopping and commuting to work. One would never guess what lies around the corner and in the next second, which could be very photographable. Because of this thinking, and despite peculiar looks from people around me, I very often have my camera with me. It got more than just often when my father’s health got worse. I decided to photograph him and my family after procrastinating for a year, which I thought was kind of hard to work on and a little too late. Well, better late than never, and here are some unsorted photographs I took of my dad’s demise, tentatively titled ‘From 2534928 To 199813’.