Memories lost, memories gained

So, my last post really meant well. It just wasn’t put together well. I did intend to delete it, but haven’t the time to get back on! Not that I would change my message…I would have just explained it better than a few randomly pulled together thoughts.


I have entered this past week with some sadness on the loss of my beloved 4GB SD card. It fell to the floor one night, Stella saw a small rectangular toy, and, alas, the story is finished. I actually nearly destroyed the card slot on my computer, trying to stuff the warped SD marred with teeth marks into its gaping blackness. The card got stuck and would not come out. An hour, several bobby pins, a pair of tweezers, and a cuticle trimmer later the slot was relieved of its burden. That’s when I realized that all 3,000-and-however-many photos were saved on that card—pictures of me, family, and friends from my past 23 years of experiences—were lost…forever.

My only consolation is that I have a hard copy of most of them. I sure would’ve liked to have kept that digital back-up though!

Stella was not punished, as she didn’t know it wasn’t a toy. I left it in her reach, she thought it was tasty. End of story, for real this time.

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On another note: I am amazed at the people I’ve been blessed to be acquainted with! Talk about good company! God knows who we need and when we need them, but I would have never imagined He’d let a scoundrel like me enjoy the pleasures of such good company! My church family, GBFC, is the BEST group of fellow believers I have ever had the privilege of knowing. They are such an encouragement to me!

My Papaw—He’s my Daddy—is the best. I was very grateful to catch him ready for conversation on Sunday, even if our 15 minutes of dialogue consisted more of low blood pressure and “guacamole salad” than love and emotion. He knows I love him, though I wish to show him more and more as he grows older. One of these days he may not be around to call on. His tender words of delight, love, and pride will not always be there to spur me on through life. I know I have a heavenly Father whose encouragement is enough to get me through anything, but I cannot help but believe that when the time comes for Papaw to unite with our Father, there will be a void in my earthly heart. It is a very painful topic, and one I try not to dwell on too often. Sometimes, though, it is unavoidable, as I see my Papaw’s health and memory failing. He is not the energetic old fellow who attempted to teach me the art of bike-riding at 5 years of age (I did not learn how to ride until I was 10). He’s grown a little older since those days, and my heart has grown a little bit fonder of those arthritic hands and worn out features.

I love him and am so glad for another Father’s day with him. I wish I could’ve spent it actually with that precious man, but will have to settle for a phone conversation.