Today would have been my Pop's 94th birthday. 94. He was the greatest.
The sound of his voice. I miss it.
Can I be honest for a moment? I have a love/hate relationship with my iPhone.
I love that I can carry around all my music, camera, web engine, GPS, photos, and the blah blah blah. All remarkably convenient and amazing.
I greatly dislike the connectivity, the "always on", and whatever the thing does to my brain chemicals like dopamine and cortisol.
Most of the time I resent the distraction. This has pushed me further and further from the device itself. I enjoy being unavailable.
True story - today I was loading my Harley Davidson on a trailer and talking with my son Mike about the bike, and how I love riding. One of the main things I love about riding is that I don't have any tech on my bike, and when I ride, I keep my phone tucked away in a jacket pocket. I never, ever pull my phone out when I am on a ride. The bike is my old school escape from all that nonsense. GPS? Don't need it. Maybe the whole purpose of my ride is to be free and get lost anyway. Hmm...
Anyway, As I mentioned, today would have been my Dad's 94th birthday.
Why am I talking about his birthday and iPhones? Because of one GREAT blessing from the stupid phone.
As I am organizing my home comuter today, I came across a few voicemails from my dad that I saved from my phone. What a phenomenal blessing to hear his voice.
I'd give anything for the opportunity to call him back today.
I love you Pop, and today I am grateful for the phone I resent because I got to hear your voice. I can't wait to see you again.
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