Mummy wanders around with her camera, capturing the little moments, a moment in time becomes still, forever a point of reflection and joy. She is thinking of her grandfather as she snaps. He is sick in bed, the unfortunate victim of a stroke and his days are fading. His great grand children brighten his long days, he loves them dearly. Photos of the children are tacked opposite his bed, it brightens his day.
I snap away. These photos are not quite right. Grandad is old school when it comes to photos. They should be looking straight at the camera. "What a shame," he has said to me "they glanced away at the wrong time." Back in his day photos were not taken for artistic interpretation. He doesn't understand why we capture so many moments. He doesn't think in the way of the digital camera where you can snap in gay abandon. "The old box brownie took a good photo" he tells me. "It's around here somewhere in my boxes."
Later that evening I choose photos for his wall. My five children, joining the other 6 great grandchildren on the wall. They are part of his present and are part of his legacy. In the meantime, their innocent smiles enjoying childhood cheer his tired spirit lacking in energy but never bereft of love.