All that remains are the memories of your love, your laughter, your smile, your warmth, your kindness, your protection, your comforting, your humor, your generosity, your braveness, your many amazing talents. And the light you brought into all our lives.
Day 8 of Cassia Denner’s 10 Day Photography Challenge gives us the theme “Old Photo”. So I went into my shoebox of old family photographs and pulled out some images from the late 60’s and early 70’s (you could also say “from the last millennium”) showing me as a baby with my Mom (who worked as a children’s nurse, just as my Big Girl is doing now), my Dad as a singer in a band, me as a flower boy at my uncle’s and aunt’s wedding, me on the arms of my Grandma and me holding my little sister.
Sorting through those old photographs, holding real paper prints in my hands, enjoying those memories associated, I wonder how looking at old images will be when my kids have reached my age. With all those recent family memories that slumber in the digital graveyards called a hard disc or even in more lofty places like the cloud. So in thirty years down the road, will we have a digital shoebox implanted on a microchip under our skin, and we can conjure images through a neural interface in our brains? Who knows, now that Elon Musk’s Tesla is orbiting our planet 😉
Talking about family photos and memories, I’m in the process of creating many new ones, as we are in the middle of the birthday celebrations for Big Girl (turning 20 yesterday) and The Significant Other (turning 50 today). All my love and best wishes to my two girls 🙂
Today is a happy day! My big boy is turning 17. But it is also a very hard day. For me. Because it is the first time I can not be with him to celebrate. Because I’m half a world away. It is the first time ever in my life that I’m not home for a family birthday. To be where the job that pays the bills requires me to be was the only rational decision. We face-timed while back at home he blew out the candles on his birthday cake and unwrapped his presents before going to school. While video phoning home I was already in bed ready to go to sleep after a long workday in Portland. Where I was it wasn’t even his birthday yet due to the 9h time difference. I was there but I was not there. Virtual hugs and kisses are not the same. Happy Birthday, Daniel! Love you, kiddo!