I found myself at a funeral this week for the mother of a friend. My attendance was more about supporting and encouraging the friend – I hadn’t actually met his mother, and so it was a different experience to most of the others I’ve attended.
Instead of the photos summoning up memories of shared experiences, it was an attempt to understand the life that had been lived. What, I was forced to reflect, would my life look like when reduced to a series of photos? What extra photos do I want to create with any years I have left? What will be included in any eulogies I may have to write in the coming years?