For me, what first started as a passion project and a hobby has over time become a proud privilege and honor. I am the keeper of the memories, the storyteller of my family’s history, and yes, I am responsible for its passing on to others. I capture the stories of my family members, the experiences that we have together, our thoughts during each mundane day, and I pride myself in this job of keeping my family’s memories alive.
I’m going to start this post out right off the bat by being kind of morbid—what do you want to leave behind when you die? I was listening to a podcast today about scrapbooking and memory keeping in general. They were talking about how they imagine their funeral; the room is filed with scrapbooks and all of the people that they love are flipping through each book and remembering the moments that they captured with bits of paper and tons of photos. This really got me thinking about why I memory keep. Because honestly, I memory keep for this exact reason. I memory keep with the intention of leaving something behind so that future family members can watch my videos, flip through my journals, and glance at my scrapbooks to remember who I was/am.