Saturday, 21 May 2011
The last byte!
It's been very quiet this week in the house of 'Crivens Jings'. A quiet week tinged with sadness as I come to terms with the passing of a close friend. This friend - who's name isn't important - was a confidante in the wee small hours when things are sometimes at their worst. A friend, never judgmental, no matter what secrets were told, trusted with treasures and important things to hold for the future and who could always be relied upon to be entertaining when needed, serious when it mattered, able to be called upon when insomnia and worries kept sleep from me, always able to give me a view of the world that showed me that things are rarely as bad as you fear and that a smile can come from the most unlikely places.
Thankfully I was there at the end and in the end it was quick and probably painless. I tried resuscitation but it was not to be. So, gratefully, I'm left with photo's, songs we shared and letters we'd written. Things I can keep and remember an old friend.
My lap-top is gone. Deceased. Popped its clogs. It is an ex lap-top. Gone to the virtual afterlife and the great workshop in the sky.
I hope it's at peace. I hope it's happy.
I hope the insurance covers it.
In the meantime access to the blog will be via the Lovely G's lap-top. There was no doubt she would step up at a time like this and offer her support. She only asked one question.
"Did it die or did you kill it?"
There's no answer to that really.
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