The Box of Old Photos

After my mother passed, I found a box of old photos under her bed. Half of them had no names written on the back, which made me mad at first and then sad. So many faces, Christmas mornings, kids on porches, men in work shirts, women holding babies, and I don’t know who all of them are. I guess that is why I wanted to do this. Maybe it sounds silly, but I do not want our family to just fade into a box nobody can explain later. This hex is for my mother and for the names I am still trying to remember.