Never again

Setting up my Dad's desktop today, it was in the nursing home with him -- though he rarely used it -- and my mother wants to set up the scanner for pictures.

FireFox let me know that it had not closed properly the last time the computer was run, so I got to open it to the most recently viewed sites. Nothing particularly important ... someone's blog posting about shopping for electronics in China. But for the first time I got the sense of never agains...

• Never again frantic tech support calls from my Dad at weird hours.
• Never again strange emails about even stranger events that caught his eye.
• Never again spending most of several nights in Hamilton weeding virii and spyware off his computer (as well as all the millions of programmes he downloaded, and never figured out how to use).

It's not something we enjoyed doing together, but his computer, somehow, is something that we had strangely in common ... and never will again.

These are my first tears for my father's death.