I've pulled out old photo albums, gotten rid of two which contained photos and mementos which belonged to my mother and reflected trips she had taken that I had no part in. I also ditched an old baby book and year book, both coming apart at the binding. Few photos were labelled.
I am left with two family albums, bunches of baby pictures and an album of college photos of people I haven't seen in decades and likely will never meet again. Several are dead, via a withering grapevine.
My next task will be to sort through the remaining stuff and keep only a few items. Though I've never been one for memory lane while awake, my sleeping brain has had other ideas lately, it appears. While I rarely recall dreams, recently several individuals have popped in and out. Why, I've no idea.
Perhaps as a prelude to goodbye...