Photos

left to right: me, beehive Aunt, & mom

Keyword: Photos

I love photos of my family. We used to take family trips and goof for the camera. We used to have fun. That was ages ago. Some people have died and the photos are sometimes all I have to remember them by. I hate it when I can’t remember their faces. Sometimes it scares me when I can’t picture my mom’s face. I freak out thinking that this is the start of me forgetting her completely. I’d rather die than forget her face. The pic above is one of my favorites and is of my aunt(who is also deceased), my mom, and me. This is sometime in the early ‘80s when we went to the Smoky Mountains. I remember cheesing for the camera, but I hardly ever do that anymore. I hate having my picture taken now. Photos capture happiness but years later, they can cause melancholy-ness. *sigh*