My family recently suffered loss when my grandfather passed on. We took out all the photo albums (people no longer buy these, do they?), dusted them off and went through them one by one looking for good photos of him as we made funeral arrangements. The afternoon that we did that was filled with laughter and this strong sense of togetherness as nostalgia washed over us and served as balm for our wounds. We had photographs of my parents when they were rocking bell bottoms; when my mother rocked back to school lines on her first day of university and my father barely had a beard. Most of those photos were hilarious. Some were adorable—I’m pleased to announce that I have indeed always been this cute haha. We had photographs of weddings, funerals, new-born babies, birthday parties, and family days out in the sun. The one question my mother kept asking as we went back in time was ‘Where does the time go?’ [Read more…]