My Auntie passed a month ago .
She was 97 and had lived alone.
As I helped my family sort her belongings,
we came across a little brown box.
In there we found the remnants of some old photographs.
Many were badly damaged, torn or faded.
They all contained events from the past that had shaped our family today.
I felt sad at the thought that these secrets of our past were destined to become landfill.
I retrieved as much as I could and restored them so that my family could reflect on their past.