You always think there will be more time.
More time to share the things you love.
More time to do the right things.
In the middle of an inspirational day, I look down at you – and you stare blankly back at me. No sign of life.
Nothing I can do can get you to speak to me and I know this is serious.
I race home, hoping to get you quickly on life support, before it’s too late.
As I wait for a sign, I think of how we met more than two years ago, and how we’ve been together every day since.
You make sure I get to work on time.
You remind me of the important things I have to do.
You always have the answer to my questions.
You connect me to the outside world when I don’t feel like going out there myself.
You’ve been my faithful sidekick through good times and bad.
And you can remind me of both at the push of a button.
What have I done?
Lately I’ve taken you for granted.
I haven’t given you the backup you needed.
I failed to pay attention to your appearance, lackadaisical in my attempts to keep you clean.
I ignored you for a newer model, my head turned by a flashy new camera and wraparound screen.
If only you would awaken and show me a sign of life.
I promise I’ll be better – starting with immediate backup and a long bath.
How can I fix you?
You’re usually the one with the answers.
I have to go the long way to find out, and buried on the Internet is a chance.
A Hail Mary.
If this doesn’t work, we’ll need a specialist.
I follow the steps, pushing the buttons in concert, silently counting to 10…11…12…13…15…
A white apple appears on your screen.
And just like that, my trusty smartphone has come back to me.