I lost another brother in law today. At least we knew this one was coming, and had more than a month to visit regularly and say our good-byes.
We were the host family for the D-Family Boxing Day get together last year, and we tried so hard to wrangle everyone together for a family photo. It never happened - a couple of families arrived very late, a few people were absent due to COVID, and we just couldn’t muster enough interest among the remaining 40+ people to do a partial group photo.
We should have just said to heck with the second and third generation and taken an “Original 7, plus spouses” pic, ‘cause now we’re down two members, and it’s too late.
Moral of the story: take the damn photos; you can always delete them if they’re trash, but once the moment has passed, you’re out of luck.