For my grandmother's funeral, a video of pictures was made. I provided most of the pictures of the last 20 years, and my aunt & cousin scoured G.G.'s house to find older pictures. They did a fabulous job of adding to the ones I submitted. I also "stole" pictures my cousins had taken as well so that it wasn't just my family. The video turned out absolutely lovely.
My mother won't watch it. Right now, for her, it is too painful. I think that is especially the case with losing Aunt Cathy only six months ago. Me though? I can't watch it enough. I watched it twice the day after the funeral, and just watched it again. It fills my heart to see all of the pictures, and know those memories are also tucked safely into my heart. The pictures with my grandfather included though, they do bring me to tears. He's been gone 33 years, and I know I am really the only grandchild who has much memory of him. I feel a little bit cheated that he died at 64, and it also makes me feel my kids were cheated by losing my Dad so young.
Life isn't guaranteed though. No one can predict, and certainly no one can really control, the future. I am struggling with that, and just generally struggling with all of my emotions these days. I am grateful for my faith that helps me to deal with all of that. And I am incredibly grateful for photos and the video to help keep all the memories safe and sound.
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