Technology Pockettt

So, technology has evolved apparently and I have been eating dust. And rolling around in it and thumping dust boogers from my fingers.

Believe it or not though, I'm OKAY with not being completely nerdy or teched out. If my Granddaddy could get by on not having a computer all of his life, surely I can survive without knowing the difference between MP3 and MP4. Or, without having the newest phone gadget, application, bluetooth device, etc. I'm OKAY with living with what I already have at my fingertips.

Don't get me wrong...I love learning how to apply new processes, procedures, etc. But, I think we get so consumed with keeping up with the Job's (as in Steve Jobs) that we forget the small things. Heck, even kid toys are now uber sophisticated. What happened to just a normal Huggin's doll like I had in the 80's? Heck YEAH I know they're scarier than a monster hiding under your bed, but they were AWESOME to play with back then!

What about the toys of today? Some make an "attempt" at being "vintage" or glances at the earlier days, but seriously...Barbie’s best friend, Midge, was preggers and I'm sorry, but the baby bump was just all.too.scurry (that's right, scurryyy). Leave Barbie alone...

See how I avoided real computer technological advances discussion this whole time?

But, seriously. I want to make it in a world that seemed just fine like Granddaddy suggested...no t.v., time with one another, & reading the "good book".

I feel you

I feel that my Granddaddy should have an entire blog dedicated to him.
I feel that the obituary was too short of an entry and should have been a supplement to the entire newspaper.
I feel that he should have had all of the flags in the America's lowered half staff to mark the event of his death.
I feel that he was the closest to perfection in a human on earth. Yes he had his flaws, but to me, even those are beautifully crafted memories of the man I miss so much.
I feel that everyone should be able to get by on what he got by on...
I feel that everyone should be as organized with trinkets, doodads, and thingamajigs as he was with his.
I feel that the love that was shared between he and my Grandmother was one for the movies...
I feel her pain, but can only imagine the magnitude of her heartache with over 57 years of marriage together.
I feel it's not fair, it's not right, it's not just...it wasn't my time for him God...it wasn't my time for him to go. But I recall his words to me over my 30 years promising where he & others would go if they believed in You.
I believe in You...but, this absolutely stinks knowing I can't feel him anymore.

I long to touch his hands...those sweet, rough, precious, beautifully strong hands. I'm so grateful that I took the time I did to study them. I remember them...I remember you. I'm so glad my eyes are the same as your's.

I want to continue your legacy of being good changes in people's lives. I want people to smile if they recall me when I leave this world.

I remember you...I rejoice in the things you taught me, especially about God. Where would I be without your influence, your touch, your love?

You exemplify a good and faithful servant. You exemplify love. When I sit in the chair that you kneeled on every night to pray, I feel your love. I feel your convictions. I feel full. I feel the might you had in your prayers for others.

I feel blessed.