Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today we bought more bins for our photos, though we don't know how many we need. Just a kind of security blanket. The culling of photos is challenging, and I'm in charge of that process. I generally get rid of: blurry photos, people I have no idea who they are, views with no people, and buildings. Why do we have so many buildings, when we have no idea what they house? As we plug along it's becoming more cheerful work, as seeing all the happy events, birthday cakes, smiles of our family, and the extraordinary beauty of our daughter who died remind us of our history as a family. There were more pictures of my brother than I dared hoped for, and seeing my parents, aunts and uncles and friends I've lost contact with comforts me. They are not just in my head. They are evidence of a full, engaging, rewarding life. I hope when and if my kids and grandkids peruse them, they will have a similar experience.