Since I was in photography school, I have been taking pictures of my father for nearly 10 years. These portraits were taken between about half a year before my father died and just before coffin. The only world when he was alive was over. Death took away almost all of him, but it was still not quite everything. Bones ,memories and these pictures remained. I think that true mourning is to strongly realize the disconnection with the dead, and then to listen to their voiceless voice.I will continue to carry this world after my father passed away.