Wrinkle in Time

When we were asked to take our old family photographs, I used my camera and even when using the correct settings, they came out very blurry. I was afraid to even present them, as the faces are hard to make out, and people could only get an idea for what they are, not see it clearly. I thought that that was a bad thing, but now, I realize that it is almost fitting. These photos are of people and events that came before me. They are a part of my structure, a part of my history and while I can't see them clearly, I can feel their effects. Looking back into my past is probably as blurry but rewarding as my ancestors who blurrily looked forward to their futures. Maybe they envisioned having grandchildren and great grandchildren. They probably couldn't make out my face either, but relished the idea of what could be. I can look back and relish the idea of what was, and now, it is my turn to look forward. So even though my photographs are blurry, I see more than ever.

Some of these pictures include my great grandparents, my grandparents as children, on their wedding day, uncles and even my father in Vietnam, my parents on their wedding day, and even the photograph of my twin sister and my birthday. My family history is not unlike any other American family's. We've sent young men to war, and thankfully, they came back. We've had many weddings, children, and laughter. It may be typical, but it's special to me.