Even good memories can hurt

Today I was looking through some really old photos. Like real paperphotos.

There was photos of me as a baby, my parents getting married and my grandmother. Also photos of me with blonde hair up to my waist. Now it's balck and really short. There were no sad photos, but I cried ...

This year mom turned 50. She still looks good, but it was sad to see how beautifull she used to look 21 years ago. Even worse was to see and remeber how dad and grandmother used to look. They both have passed away few years ago 6 months apart from each other. Funny thing is that grandma died on my birthday... I never visited their graves, mom took care of the funerals.

I smile when look at the pictures, because remeber the happy moments, when the photos was taken. I cry when realize that dead people can't be brought back to life ...