I hadn't looked at the photos for awhile, though both were near, one hanging on my bedroom wall. They capture a genuinely happy moment in the life of someone I loved but is gone.
Writing made me examine them more closely than I ever had, and I felt grateful at these memories refreshed.
I came across a memorial today with the following quote:
"What the heart once owned and loved is never lost."
The joyous moments and loved ones we've had in our lives are never lost, but can fade from consciousness as busy living grabs our attention.
Our photos often get filed in albums and stored away from sight and memory. Some are thrown loosely into a drawer, never to be seen again. But these are our historical records. Why not pull them from storage and see what we looked like, what we did back then, and with whom, and how many truly happy moments we had with those we loved?
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