If you ask me, one of the most difficult things
to do is putting together a befitting ‘biography’ for a loved one in his/her
absence. It is even harder when information is scattered.
It is also hard when there are thousands of memories that you wish to share but
cannot easily trace the photos, although you know for sure that they exist
somewhere. You cannot find them because of time constraint, and you do not know
the right place to look. The same applies to documents for which the owner is
best placed to retrieve them. In their absence, you do a wild ransack in the
hopes that the next folder you touch would be it. You thus spend several days digging until it is all eventually found. Such searches are not
for the faint hearted, the art of patience comes handy.
Over the years, I have often found myself running
away from the camera. I cannot describe myself as photophobic, which is another
level of dislike or fear. But I am obviously not photogenic either, you can ask my high
school and prior peers how difficult it was to get me participating on photo
shoots. Looking back that is perhaps one of my life regrets; the fact that
except for the mandatory photos, I have nothing else to look back to and
appreciate those bits of my childhood-to-teenage past. In more recent years, my attitude towards
photoshoots has improved. But still not my typical cup of tea. Hence, one of the
struggles I deal with, especially with my younger sister, are family group photo sessions. She is the type who can take photos daily with enthusiasm. In
contrast, I show up for or ‘photo bomb’ shots when necessary. Usually, I am
more open to shots captured during events where cameras are all around us and
we must do the needful – look at the camera and smile!
I have improved at photoshoots and
generally the habit of recording memories. It starts by the realization that photo taking is not a reserve of ‘photomaniacs’ and socialites - we all ought to record our
stories. If for nothing else, for purposes of looking back into history in appreciation of the present. This is also to those of us who feel that ‘photoneering’ is a confine
of women. Who said men should not take photos of themselves? Are memories selective? When younger, I wondered why my grandparents and parents kept photo albums. In the
modern times, I have had the privilege of visiting ‘westernized homes’ both
locally and abroad – one thing stands, there is usually a stack of family albums
at your eyes' disposal. I never fully understood why people went through the
hassle of taking a zillion photos only to display them on albums. Isn’t
the whole point of technology advancement about going digital and printing less? In a more recent experience, I have learnt
that both can come in handy. I am also grateful for the fact that we can
easily record video notes which allow us to keep motion memories. The
satisfaction that comes with it, especially when the very last days or hours spent
with a loved one are available at the touch of a play button, is simply magical.
You cannot trade it for anything else.
Never shy off from printing and keeping your memories in hardcopy albums if you must. Similarly, and my preference (blame it on the wave of sustainability and
going green), capture your memories digitally. With digital records, it can equally be
daunting tracing them if you did not store them properly. I learnt the hard way
to always store precious memories on the cloud where one can easily access
them even when on the move. Not to forget a back-up elsewhere because man, and by extension the work of the hands, is to error.
What is the point in taking memories if you are not going to share them with those who should be part of it? This is not be confused as to say
flaunting your photos and videos on social media. Some people prefer to keep
their memories private, which should be respected. However, and useful to consider is sharing of the files' access
links with those who take value in being part of the story - your loved ones. This way the story lives
on.
One of the best gifts you can give to your
loved ones is memories, keep writing and recording them. It allows them to connect
with you always, and laugh or cry over the old times. For example, the ‘silly
amateur postal letters’ your children wrote to you when they were innocent and too
young to understand that life is not a bed of roses. More importantly, memories
tell your story better than anyone else could ever do it. Because nobody but you is better placed to
tell your own story.
This piece is in honor of the personal life stories captured through memories. Keep writing, recording and safely storing them. For, in your presence or absence, your story is better told by you.
