Late night thinking

Last night I lay awake unpacking my life, I'm unsure why? Maybe because I recently turned 57 or possibly because I went to the funeral of a woman I once loved and some part of me still does. I started to think it seemed so long ago, perhaps it was!

So out come all the stages of my life from the storage compartments of my brain, all the time I was wondering who does this in the early hours of the morning, usually I think about work.

How did I get here, there have been so many convoluted journeys leading to this point. How does one categorise their life, employment, romance, vehicles or moments and occasions. Who in gods name looks at their life through these windows. Me apparently...

As I rolled my cars through my mind, I kept having a space am I tired or do I just not remember, then all sorts of panic started to set in, no you are just tired I reassured myself.

What do  I need to fill the spaces is there anything that can help me put it together. Sounds like the Ramblings of a complete nutter until in  my semi conscious state I remember the photos. Of course my photos tell the story of my life so far.

Is that all  I need to do look back at my pictorial past, will that satisfy my urge to what I don't know, relive, rework or just mourn my life as it has passed me by. Having had no great impact or cornerstone to hang my being on.

Maybe I'm just feeling old who knows, what I do know is I will be scouring my photos in the coming weeks.