You didn't learn how to text until you were 58 years old-



Exactly 8 years ago.



You always preferred phone calls lacking the patience for technology.

Plus he's always handled this, in this field he was savvy.



It was so cute when you first started learning.

You typed out an entire phone number with each number spelled out.

You hadn't yet figured out that you just had to press and hold on your multitap phone.


Soon you were using a touch screen on facebook believing every 'storage warning' ad you seen.

We had to remove several apps.


Now you send me heart emojis and update your selfies.


It's adorable.

It's alarming,

saddening.


A sign of how well you've been adapting,

doing the things he can't do for you anymore.

Eight years and it shows-

even through death and grief we must preserve ourselves and grow.

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