I love looking at old stuff. Sometimes, it really makes you wonder what that object has seen, the stories it could tell. Marriages, deaths, maybe even a crazy adventure or two. I think we all have two stories to tell. Yes, two. The one that we leave behind as our legacy, that close family and friends, maybe a few others will always remember us for. And then one that others will imagine long after we're gone. When someone else is left asking "who is that?", with they're imagination to fill in the rest. And I think I'm OK with that.
More than OK.