While the people you love are here, you can talk.
You can hear their voice. You can understand their decisions.
You can preserve not someone else’s interpretation of your life.
But your own.
My roots.
My family.
The story before me.
My path.
My decisions.
The people and events
that shaped me.
My values.
My knowledge.
My mistakes.
My beliefs.
My message.
Details fade.
Stories are forgotten.
Only photographs remain —
of people, about whom the next generations
already know almost nothing.