Friday, September 2, 2016

Happiest Day of My Life

I remember every time I go to an old relative's house, wedding pictures were always the ones that is kept displayed in the bedroom, most likely on the vanity table. Those pictures were a window to a time period when they look really beautiful, and we'd say "lainnye muka atok masa muda!". Some of their spouses died when I was really small, and the pictures were the only way for me to see how they look.
These digital age, we rarely get our photos printed, we always say we'll print them someday, but in the end never get the time and energy to actually go to a print shop and frame it. Someday, all those photos will be gone when our laptops breakdown...even the ones we thought will be safe in Cloud drives will disappear along with the login passwords that will be lost to dementia or death. In the end, physical printed photos will be the only evidence that we once lived.
I don't know if I will ever go out to print another picture, but if I never did, this photo is enough to represent the life that I had lived...Someday, if I get to live long..if my grandchild or great grandchild sees this picture, I just want them to know, that what they see, is a snapshot of the happiest day of my life.

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