Thousands on my cell phone.
Hundreds in boxes.
Dozens and dozens in memory albums.
Pictures of you.
Captured moments in time.
So many smiles.
Some – catching you off guard.
Wanting to memorize each one.
Pictures are a big piece of what I now have.
It’s a way to remember the details of your face.
I can almost hear your voice. Smell you. Feel your touch.
Wishing I had more video.
But grateful for the pictures.
Grateful that I live in a time when it is as easy – as a tap – to see you.
Healthy, smiling and happy.
Remembering I thought that I took too many pictures.
Now grateful I did.
And grateful for selfies.
So many times I wanted to throw your phone out the window.
Attached to your hand, it was such a distraction.
Yet, now grateful for your self portraits.
What a fun, silly, joyful and creative person.
Your pictures show me how you saw the world.
You would have been a great photographer.
It’s true that “the camera doesn’t lie.”
Your personality shines through the lens.
Think I’ll scroll through my phone
and open the storage boxes this long, holiday weekend.
Cherishing the knowledge that your smile isn’t far from my eyes and heart.
Note: For me, looking at photos is comforting, for some people who lost a loved one, it brings too much pain. Every year my sister took a Christmas family photo of us. We tried to make them fun. This particular year we posed baking cookies. We threw flour at one another. Leah had a blast. This photo wasn’t planned; Leah looked up at the right second. It clearly captures how much fun she was having. It was her favorite family photo shoot. A very memorable day. So grateful for this specific picture.
Encouraging you to take the time to snap some photos of memorable moments, or, if you can, pause and take a moment to open that box you’ve avoided and enjoy photos of your loved one this weekend.