This is really poignant. I stupidly went through a few albums the other day, knowing I would be overcome. As my father battles with cancer, I too knowingly stared into those fossilized memories, blinking back tears for the selves lost, the man at the drums, with a camera, a snowball, at the beach with a beard and a board, in his army greens, on skis, and there, with his first born daughter, who sits with him now and talks of all and sundry, or in silence, with love.