I used to have some old pics of me that my mom gave in an album, but my EX, that I met threw that away along with my yearbook. That is why he's my ex. I remember balling my eyes out creating a puddle for hours and he couldn't give a da*n.
So sorry I missed this purelife. I can only imagine how heartbreaking this must have been. I cling (a little too tightly) to those types of memories.
For some reason, we tie up our memories with what is documented in proof (photos). But the truth is in our memories and how they shaped who we are. Memories....good or bad....they are the product of what made us who we are today. (I have to admit, that I don't think I'm THERE....I base a lot of worth on 'documented memories'.) But in reality....it's all about how we are able to deal with life on a day to day basis in the present.