Cycles: First there's laughter, then those tears

The meme I posted a couple days ago had a question about photo booths. During my youth, I had many a picture taken behind those closed curtains, but, alas, I only retained two:

This one in 1961 with my baby brother:
And this one in 1964 with my best friend:

The silliness of youth, not aware at the time of the bits of icky love oozing into the photos.

Of the three in those pictures, I am the only one still alive. Taken too early by the evil C-word, both brother (pancreatic) and friend (lung) died in the past two years.

Cynthia recently said it well.