I never thought the tiny absence of a number would be a big deal to me. A number he simply picked to remember his wedding anniversary. A number I watched race around the track a million times. I didn't realize that number held so many memories. I didn't realize that when he died I would have to say goodbye to the number #19.
The journaling from this layout is about the first time I returned to the race track after my dad had died. I knew it would be tough since we had spent almost every weekend of our lives watching Dad race but I had no idea it would be as tough as it was. It was a very eerie feeling when Dad's class pulled out on the track and he didn't. I will never forget that feeling and how hard it hit that I would never see him pull out on that track again.
There are actually a few elements on this page that help to represent the story and spark up memories. The paper I used for two different reasons. Not only did the colors match Dad's race car colors but the worn wood look to it reminded me of the wooden slats on his race car trailer. I also added three large stars since Dad's car was covered in stars. The pictures on the page were from the last time I saw his race car. Dad had sold it quickly after his last race to a his "motor man" who was so kind to bring it to the funeral. As weird as that may sound to have a race car at a funeral, you would have been surprised at how many would get choked up when they saw it. That car was just as much a part of my dad as his right arm was and everyone knew that.