Billy Roberts fascinating new book Spooky Liverpool is available for pre-order now on www.merseyshop.com
A face that once was so alive is now just an image in a wooden frame.
Although the photograph is slowly fading, the smile on the face is still the same.
That familiar look still offers me advice, when I am feeling sad, I'd be lost without the memories and this photograph of dad.
I seem to listen to him more now than when he was here; his image in the wooden frame reminds me that he's near.
Often when I am restless, into my dreams he will walk; he'll sit with me for hours, and of my problems we will talk.
He tells me he is happy - that we've never really been apart. And although it was hard to understand, it was time for him to make a new start.
So, whenever I am feeling low, and self-pity over rules, I hold dad's faded photograph, and realise sorrow is for fools.
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