I should be sleeping but ⁰⁰days. Pictures from when we were little kids to today. Camping pictures and other family trips. Countless pictures of dad’s garden or flowers he grew. Random pictures of myself or my brothers and sisters. Holidays spent the aunts and uncles and cousins. Some celebrated at our house or Aunt Mary’s or my grandmas house. And with each picture is a memory an unanswered question a wonder if or a what are they doing?Legacy,.traditions. It all makes up the fabric of my life. And brings me back to my dark room with heavy eyes and happy heart. Leaves me feeling ready to sleep.. and thankful for the memories