I was lucky enough to have many friends and family converge on my house this weekend. Somewhere along the line, somebody pulled out a video of my family at various group camping events during the 1980’s.
My sister and I were especially anxious to see it, as we knew my father (who passed away five years ago) was at some of these camping trips. After watching for 90 minutes, we realized that we’d only seen a total of 5 seconds of our dad. Why? Because he was always manning the camera.
It made me think: If you’re the one who always takes the pictures or videos, what will your family have of you when you’re gone?