Just got back the DVDs from iMemories with my family movies from the fifties and sixties into the seventies. My dad can never be accused of being a great film maker. So there I sat staring at the screen trying to figure out who I was looking at or what I was looking at when suddenly, in a perfectly clear shot, all my aunts appeared. They were all so beautiful. I don’t think I ever realized that when I was young. And suddenly I was sobbing and didn’t even know why. I miss them more than words can express.