How Scrapbooking changed my life

By:Andrea S.

I began scrapbooking about 3 years ago. At the time I started it was a wonderful excuse to sit around a table with nice ladies and talk and share creative ideas. I really enjoyed my scrapping and that was reason enough to continue, but it certainly didn't go any deeper than that.

And then in 1999 my father died in June and my mother followed him in November. Both deaths were unexpected, unforeseen.

Suddenly, my pictures had a new meaning for me. All of my family photos became so precious. They were links that tied me to the people I loved most and my only real momentos.

We don't all think of ourselves as beautiful or photogenic. We aren't all great models or even great photographers, but one day even our most blurry photos will be invaluable to someone who loves us.

Tomorrow at dMarie Daily: Memories by Mom, by S. Hickman