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Memories are nothing without the people that turn them into such. That’s what you did.
The horizon was starting to smear orange and yellow, as the sun glided it’s way into the ocean. The air was filled with crystals and the tide was bringing back what gave us joy. The view was always great from here, we say the boats drifting by and the seagulls hugging the waters as the tide began to rise. It would bring us back memories and take from us all the stress (the little stress I had back then), the insecurity, the fear. It was only my grandpa and I, and his camera. I was about 5 years old, yet that day in particular will always be a part of me. It was a Sunday morning, and my grandparents had taken me to the beach house. My grandma was cooking lunch while grandpa and I walked by the shore. They were infinite, the ways, the gulls, the stories. They were ours, we would come up with stories about everything, about the beauty of the ocean and the magic that I said later beneath it. We would take pictures of the sea stars and the shells and I would see the joy as he did so. He enjoyed the beach so much, he later bought a boat.We would take trips to Utila, a nearby island and he would explore it for hours on end while he took pictures of whatever caught his eye. It was our adventures and every moment spent with him was everything for me. His camera meant more to him than for most do, it is a symbol of moments of joy, peace, and adventure. For us both it was a normal Sunday at the time, it isn’t until now that it had become one of our most treasured memories.My grandpa can’t go outside as much now, he has been sick for a few years now and that prevents him from being exposed to the sun as much. Even though when we visit our beach house nowadays he has to stay in for longer bits of time, we talk for hours about how much fun we had. We talk about everything and yes he still loves to take pictures of things that he want us to remember forever. Watching the sunset with him, as the night begins to fall, leaves me wondering how did I get so lucky to have him in my life. A life without memories with the ones that are unconditional to you isn’t worth living. He did, he gave me perspective in life about how important family is, and how spending time with your loved ones goes above everything else. That is to me what his camera will always represent.