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My parents have a wall of photos above the counter in their kitchen. Each 5″ x 7″ white frame features a picture of a grandchild or great-grandchild. With nine grandchildren and six great-grandbabies, their wall is full.
However, my mom laments that some of the pictures are out-of-date. The kids grow up so fast that she wants a new photo at least once a year, if not bi-annually.
I put out the call to my brothers to remind their children to supply new pictures as a Christmas gift for Mom and Dad this year.
But when I went to ask my daughter, it dawned on me that there will never be a new photo of my granddaughter, Talia.
The pictures we have are the only ones we will ever have.
We will never have a picture of her with her two front teeth missing. We will never have a photo of her in her graduation gown. We will never have a snapshot of her with her own baby.
In her portraits, Talia will forever stay 7 months and younger.
I feel fortunate that we took so many pictures of her when she was with us. Enough to fill a photo album. Enough for me to reminisce and remember her as she was.
I plan to suggest to my parents that instead of mourning over the loss of not being able to update Talia’s photo, we could alternate between all the cute pictures we do have.
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