I’m the keeper of the family photos now since my mother died. I need to add the stories to them before it is time to pass them along to the next generation.
Three of the people in this 1971 photo are already gone. Remaining are my sister, brother and me. We are all in our sixties now. Some forty years have passed since we were standing here for this Christmas picture. We were just in our twenties then and our parents were in their forties.
Little did we dream that Shannon would die before my parents. She is so young in this picture, the baby of the family.
My brother, so handsome and vital in this photo is now in a nursing home. He had a stroke and must use a wheelchair. Just thinking of how restricted his life has become due to health issues makes me sad.
My sister, in the blue sweater, has moved to another state. She’s made a new life there and enjoying exploring new territory. In this photo, she was still in college and so was I. I’m the one in navy blue. Yes, back then I had red hair.
Two of our sisters aren’t in this photo. I’m sure they were there for the family gathering.
Little did we know the paths that our lives would take. Maybe it is best that we don’t know.
(post originally published on Bubblews – by Virginia Allain)