Besides cleaning the dust he wanted me to change some of the pictures. He suggested I change them to more recent ones. Too much of the past he said. Too many people we have lost. Although I could see his point I was startled by his idea. As my eyes scanned each shelf I realized that there were more from the past then the present. A couple of people I no longer speak with. My favorites are the ones of he and I, on vacation and others from our wedding. It was when we were our most happy. It was before everyone started to die.
I have always found comfort in photos. Comfort in the past. It makes me feel closer to those I have lost at the same time it makes me feel sad. After my first husband died I spent countless hours over many years sitting on the floor with boxes of photos wet with my tears. It was how I spent time with him, the memory of him. It was a comfort until it stopped me from moving forward.
These days I am feeling stuck in the past. Too much missing the ones who I have lost. I can't help but wonder if I should put those pictures away. Would it make me miss them less? Would it help me pull my feet out of the mud?
Do you find comfort in pictures? Does it bring you joy? Does looking at pictures ever make you feel like you are stuck in the past? Are yours on display or tucked away for a rainy day?