Moving, Living, Breathing, Smiling

Sunday 5th November § Leave a comment

I found a series of videos of her. Granny, that is, while looking through a forgotten collection of photos from her leaving party, when she initially left for Brynhyfryd. She faces the room full of people. Bewildered maybe? Her breaths are jerky. She smiles wanly. It doesn’t seem like much, but these digits rippling across the screen will inform the way we remember her. Just as the way we now remember our loved ones is through our photographs of them.

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