Photographic Memories

"Hey, dad, what'cha thinking about? You've been in this room staring at the wall for an hour or more," Junie sat on the coach opposite her father who sat in his favorite chair, legs stretched out in front of him with his arms crossed over a Santa Clause belly. "I thought maybe you had gone to bed early."

"Oh, nothing, except, I was thinking to myself, one day, I'll just be a picture on the wall," he stroked his beard, and pursed his lips. "A distant memory, like everyone in those pictures behind you."

Junie turned to look at the serious and some not so serious faces in the family pictures that covered the entirety of the front room wall. Her great-grandparents, her great-great grandparents, aunts and uncles, and her parents stared out from aged paper. Her brow furrowed then unfurrowed, "I kind of like that idea, dad."