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 my US friends celebrate Memorial Day. And I hope everyone has a blessed and especially peaceful holiday. Peaceful is especially important, after the dreadful happenings in Portland last Friday. Stabbing people who stood up to protect two teenage girls who haven’t done anything is a vicious crime. My thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families. Those men stood up to the values we all should adhere to, tolerance and respect.
Just as vicious where the terror attacks in Manchester, were the suicide bomber deliberately attacked to slaughter innocent children after a concert. As father of two teenagers this is especially agonizing, as I know there is nothing I can do to protect my children (or myself, for that matter) from falling victim to a similar random attack of terrorists.
If there is anything positive from all this terrible events it is that the terrorists don’t succeed in driving a wedge into our modern, open and tolerant societies, despite some of our politicians trying to tell us otherwise.
That there are so many people offering help in the aftermath of terror attacks with shelter, food, transportation to all affected people regardless of nationality or religion is proof enough that we can differentiate very well between what is the work of terrorists and what are just regular people like you and me that happen to come from different nationalities or religious backgrounds and that happen to live with us in open, multicultural societies. Also the actions from the men in Portland are proof of this.
And this brings me to what this post is about. On December 19th a terrorist drove a truck into a Berlin Christmas Market, killing 12 people and injuring 55. This happened on the Breitscheidplatz in the very center of Berlin, where the ruins of the Kaiser-Wilhelm-Gedächtniskirche still stand as a silent memorial to the horrors of World War II. At the steps of the church is the memorial to the victims of this horrendous attack.
When I visited Berlin this past weekend for the German Protestant Church Day I witnessed a fabulous concert at this very same location. It was a joint concert of Genesis Brass, an ensemble of 15 professional brass players, and about a thousand amateur brass players that visited Berlin for the Church Day event. The Breitscheidplatz was filled with joyous music during a beautiful summer evening. Between the musicians and the onlookers the were thousands of people of many nationalities and religions, enjoying the music. Everyone had a good time. I felt is was good and right to fill this place with joy, creating happy memories for all who witnessed. Music is a perfect tool to bring people together.
During the moderation of the concert as well as in the blessings that were given at the end the speakers found prefect words to also pay tribute to the victims of the December attack. And I felt this was needed and just as good and right.
There needs to be grief and remembrance, but we need to stand up and show the terrorists that we stand together as one, regardless of nationality and religion, and that opens ad tolerance will prevail in the end.