This is my final artefact for memory. Unfortunately even though I thought it looked better as a slide show, the images are pixelated as they had been compressed. Below the video slide show are the original images.
So many things are taken for granted
Our family, our friends, our room, our photos
What happens when that one picture is gone
What happens when that home is no longer there
What happens when that person you were sitting next to
yesterday is gone
This is when yesterday becomes precious
In the words of Thomas hardy
“…..you passed the spot
Where eight days later you were to lie”
