The Lost Photograph

It's 6 o'clock in the evening of a peaceful Thursday. You have been in the library for half an hour . The library is pretty dark, enormous and old. No one is there except you and the old librarian , who had utterly riped hair and a weak body as she was in her 70s. Everytime you come here she gives you a smile that is,  meant to be sweet but you can feel the sadness behind it. You are sitting at your usual seat besides, the majestic window from where you can see the huge trees. As you were just looking outside you hear something or maybe someone. You turned around as soon as possible. But there's nothing. As you started to relax suddenly a strong wind blew and the book you were reading turned to page number 97 it had a old yellowish photograph in it. When you realised that the photograph is none other than that of the librarian's , you thought of giving it back to her but as you flipped the photograph you saw something written in it . It said "Rebecca Smirnoff 1922 - 1999"