Tonight my cousin stopped by with a cd he made for me. He has been copying his parent's home movies before they completely deteriorate. The cd he made for me consisted of movies taken by his dad (my great-uncle). There were movies of me from a few months old to age 8....cousins, pets, parties, new cars and more. The quality was not great...heck some of the ones copies were 49 years old... so precious. I watched those movies and cried my eyes out...watching my mom, grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts, uncles....all gone. Watching myself at age 5 teaching my cousin age 2 how to do the twist, birthdays, picnics, boating...all there. I can't help but realize how lucky those babies born in the 1980's and after are...their movies have sound...they can hear those precious voices, voices I can only hear in my head. How fragile life is, how we live each day and barely see the time racing around us...until it is behind us. 4 generations of family, laughter, fun....where have they all gone. Theres a hole in my heart......
2 comments:
I feel the same way. I sure wish we had sound back in those days.
I know, I can just hear their voices in my head! It's crazy.
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