When my friend was visiting we sat down with my parents' box of photos and searched and separated them out. I threw away photos of people and places I couldn't identify, and had stacks for people who were friends of my parents still alive who would appreciate them. We enjoyed sorting through and I had support while I did this small task that is so painful to accomplish. I won't be around much longer, and a lot of these photos are meaningless to my kids, and some are meaningless to me. I tossed all their travel photos that did not have them in it. Since so much of my family is dead, there is no one to help identify people. I kept all photos of relatives, and any that had some historical purpose. But this is the time, and I wanted to do this for my kids, and not leave a loose box of photos like these. My own photos are all in albums. It would be better if they had explanations beside them, but at least they are most chronological and protected. This is a job of work I was happy to do, and of course, now, everything new is on my computer. If they do want to delete after we're gone, it's pretty easy.
So this little task was made easier and comforting by my friend whom I've known since I was nine. These are the wonderful, invisible loving acts that friends provide. For those couple of hours alone, I am so grateful she came here, after 45 years, to help me make this long journey of goodbyes.
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