I realize that the photographs we took just to remember happy times, are gradually filling with ghosts and becoming memorials to a life and a family that has passed away or evolved. It is a struggle at times to remember to be glad that we had so much love and to look forward trusting that the future will also be love filled, even though the faces and names evolve
Love the grand old grandma in this picture. My father would not look at old photographs. He said "those people are all dead." It affected him too much.
@francoise over and over, when I look in the mirror I see my grandma so I might as well look at the pictures, plus my dad died of cancer and I love the way the pictures of happier days can replace the image of the pain wracked, skinny, jaundiced way he ended.
