The photograph nobody liked

I found an old family photograph I had always hated because my haircut looked terrible and I was wearing an embarrassing dress. Today I noticed my grandmother laughing in the background, hervhead thrown back and her eyes nearly closed. She died two years ago. I sat on the floor holding the photograph, wishing I had paid less attention to my own appearance that day. I couldn't remember what we had been laughing about, which somehow hurt more. I put the photograph on my desk instead of returning it to the cupboard. I want to remember the people in my pictures, not just how we looked.