This is a photo of my Dad when he was just a boy,
only 5 years old if the date on the cart that he is smiling in is to be believed.
He still smiles and laughs and makes fun of people he doesn't know.
He just turned 89, and struggles with memory loss.
Although I visited him for his birthday, he doesn't remember.
But I do, and it was very pleasant, even he said so.
How important are our memories?
Perhaps not as important as the moments,
and the feelings and the love.
Life is a mystery, all along the way - from tiny little babes to the young ones and the older and oldest -
it's a mystery.