she is who she is

She is who she is and I am who I am. She relented, letting me sort a large wooden box full of photos. Yesterday afternoon as I sat surrounding by over a hundred photos from what was probably my grandma’s collection my heart ached. Scant dates and fewer descriptions- I don’t recognize people or places. Yet I know they meant something to Grandma. It is another brutal lesson in legacy. When we pass we will be known by what we leave behind physically and emotionally. Maybe you care little in the moment - but your actions now wait for you and yours. Take care of what you are given. Peace