Some people called my dad a photographer, as he always had a camera in his hand.  The truth of the matter is that he wasn’t so much a photographer as he was a camera sniper.  He would literally lie in wait for someone to walk into his house, so he could snap their picture before they realized he had a camera.  LOL.  It’s what made his so cool.  When he passed on, my mom handed me a huge plastic tote full of family photos.  There was more than 25 years of memories scattered about in this thing, and she just couldn’t bring herself to go through it.  So, I’ve spent the past 3 years trying to make sense of all the pictures in this box.  Thing is that there are a lot of pictures of people I’ve never met.  Ironically, neither had my mother.  LOL.

So, I’m going to spend the next few days working on a few other photo albums for my mom and my sister.  I’ve found pictures of her and her kids that I’d forgotten about, so I know she’s forgotten about them.  Her children are all grown up now, and I’ve found a ton of pictures of them when they were little.  So, I thought I’d make her an album filled with pictures of her kids, mom and dad, and a few tidbits that will surely make her cry.  That’s my goal, to make them both cry before it’s all said and done with.  LOL.  Serves them right, they do it to me every year.

I know I’ll be ready when the time comes, but I really wish it was already here so I could actually enjoy it.