I’ve been digitizing the back catalog of family photos of late. I’m within about 250 – 500 photos of completing the task for my immediate family. That’s my wife and our three kids. I still have a significant drawer full of pictures from my childhood and even some of my parents as children and young adults to get to next. It’s a daunting task, but one that has been more meaningful than I’d expected.
It reminds me:
- of events that I’d completely lost from easy access memory.
- just how quickly time passes.
- to be grateful for my life and the people in it!
It reminds me of lost events.
I discovered many events from the past that I’d not thought of in many years. And as I thought about them, I realized, that without these images there was really no obvious pathway that would have taken my mind to that event. It’s strange how the simplest of things can be meaningful enough at the time to take candid photos. Yet as the years pass by, that simple moment is tucked away onto a dusty shelf of memory and never brought out again.
It reminds me of time passing.
As our youngest is travelling the world on her own and our first grandchild is filling our current photo albums (digital albums now thankfully!) I’m surprised at how much of life has shot by. I’m savoring each moment more as I look at the images that remind me that nights with colicky babies are endless, but a generation passes in an eye blink.
It makes me grateful.
I have been overwhelming blessed in this life. In moments of discomfort or distress I can easily lose sight of how much blessing I’ve enjoyed. It’s well known that a small amount of ‘bad’ can swamp our perception of a whole lot of ‘good’. Looking at the images of my life I can honestly say that I’ve had bad days, but my life has been wonderful.
I started this task to make room in my closets, hope chests and drawers for currently useful material. That mission is being accomplished. What I wasn’t expecting is how much room this has created in my mind for hope, joy and peace.