While emptying out my parent's home to sell, I noticed a small package of black and white negatives on the garage floor, packed tight in a rubber band. I slipped them into my pocket and continued cleaning. My mother, Mary, was going slowly deeper into the confusion and deception of dementia, and it was becoming too much finally for my dad to handle. So the home they'd lived in for over 47 years was being sold, and assisted living was the reprieve. As my sisters and I worked our way through their garage we found layers of newspaper and various pieces of plastic, covering a more organized system of antiques and collectibles. This was my parent's business and hobby after Bob retired as a psychologist some years earlier. When I found time to look at the negatives, I saw that they were all from a period around 1956, when our family was just starting. Bob was still in graduate school in Kentucky. Many images were familiar to me as small prints in our family albums that Mary had made. I scanned and printed the negatives as a memory exercise for my mom, which also put her in a happy place. At the same time I had been documenting our family life. These photographs of the final years of us as a unit bookended well with images from the inception of our family. My older sister had moved from Virginia to California to help out and spend time with them, and my younger sister and her husband were nearby. I lived abroad and wanted to record the experiences of my 3- 5 visits yearly, when we were all together. Eventually Mary was moved to a memory care unit as her Alzheimer’s progressed, and Bob remained in their assisted living apartment, adjusting to a life without his partner of 64 years.