Ever notice, when looking through family albums, you don't see a bunch of photos labeled "worst day ever". We don't generally take pictures at funerals (you scrapbook crazed lunatics at the casket are fucking insane, by the way), the day someone passes, the day we lose a job, the day we lose our house, our minds.
I, in fact, did not take pictures during my separation and divorce, of anything. There were some happy moments in there, for sure, but I was not in the mode of "recording our life story". Sorry, kids, I hope you have good memories!
There is a reason why we don't (usually) take pictures of our sad moments... we count on our memory bank to destroy them for us over time. And, thank goddess, too, because it sure makes forgiveness easier.