My most cherished photo sits by our bedside table. It's a pic I took of our cat Sissy, who was in love with me (I have no idea why), and I was in love with her. She succumbed to lymphoma cancer in June of 2015, one year to the day after starting chemo and steroids. I think of her almost every moment of every day.
At some point I'll take the picture down, but for now, it reminds me of the best little "person" I have ever known. Soon the photo will be gone and I will be gone, just like Sissy is gone, but not forgotten. Yet even those memories will disappear, along with all my photos, both past and future. Like the last line spoken from the Nexus 6 android in the film Bladerunner "All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain".