Flipping through pictures used to bring Grandma joy as she recalled each precious moment frozen forever in each setting.
She used to be able to think of the funniest anecdotes about the people and places featured eliciting giggles from anyone within earshot.
Slowly the memories began to fade to the farthest reaches of her mind until they were mere glimmers and then extinguished entirely.
Instead of bringing joy and precious memories, the photographs began to bring a sense of loss and sadness which resulted in an immediate sense of anxiety and fear.
The only memory she managed to miraculously retain was her lifelong relationship of love, devotion, and faith in Jesus to guide her to the unwavering beacon of light ahead where the anxiety and fear could no longer torment her.