My father once said,
“I wish I had more pictures from when I was young”. I understood his words better than he realized. I would do anything to have more pictures with my grandmother, who is no longer with us. It makes me angry that it has been years since I took a picture with my brother.  Trust me, I really do understand how important photographs are. They are magical, they are tangible. Real. Truthful and reminiscent of a love that perhaps was once lost. I learned even a single picture can make you relive how beautifully that summer day was. Sometimes you can even hear the laughter that filled a room. They remind us of how we felt and that's the beauty of it. And as time passes, you will appreciate them more and more.