p e r s p e c t i v e Going through my Mum’s photos since her passing has been both heartwarming and heart wrenching. I’ve found pictures that have reminded me of happy memories and pictures that have made me laugh (Hello 80s fashion and way too many matching mother daughter outfits from my childhood). Though over the past few weeks I’ve began to feel overwhelmed by the amount of photos she kept and how long it’s taking to sort through them all, I’ve felt saddened by some memories and painfully reminded of how much I miss her. This week I spoke about it with a friend and learnt that when he lost his Mum he also lost all of his family photos in the fire. Another friend’s photos were unsalvageable from water damage. As I look at these photos through this new frame I can’t help but feel so so lucky that I have any photos to sort through at all and ready to keep walking my talk of “honouring the love more than the loss”. By the time I get through my mountain of photos I’ll have a treasured collection of albums to share with family and friends and 1 box of extras. It will be so worth it.