this morning #318.

this morning, photos from her childhood were strewn about the entire kitchen table, depicting a life in pieces. she slowly sifted through the piles, brushing aside & sorting through snapshots of family vacations, school dances and so many birthdays & holidays. every so often, she’d cross paths with an image of someone who was definitely not alive any more and pause to fill in their story with all the non-photographed moments they’d shared. eventually, each of these remembrances would overwhelm her & she’d place each pic in a stack off to the side. at some point, she’d go back to them & give them proper attention that they deserved. it was much too early to start crying.