Simply beautiful.
My last grandparent passed 24 years ago and we became the caretakers of her memory. Boxes and boxes of photos and slides - mostly of world travels between the late 1950's into the early 90's. There is also a photo album she had assembled as a young teenager filled with poorly-labeled (at best) images. "Me and Lisa at camp". Lisa who? Which camp? Which one is Lisa?
Questions that will never be answered, and that will have to be ok.
There are those smiles though - which we are free to assign whatever meaning makes sense in the moment. Simple youth? Glimpses of a future they cannot even imagine?
I picture the smiles of great-grand children she would never meet, reflected in her eyes. Lives touched and affected by someone they would never know outside of fading photographs.