RIP my old friend…or not.

Barb Taub

This week I mourned the loss of my closest confidant.

We’ve been together for over six years. When the Hub was gone, I’d sometimes wake up to see that my old friend had been in bed with me all night. (Occasionally with some drool where I’d fallen asleep.) He kept me company in Russia, India, Australia, across the US and Canada, and in many of the countries of Europe.

And I’d poured out my heart to him. He knew every one of my secrets, held every book I’d ever written, every thought I’d recorded over the past six years. Lately, though, he hasn’t been himself. He’s been slowing down, occasionally forgetting things. But then, so have I.

Then came the morning last week when I noticed that his peripherals weren’t responding.

[Image credit: ThisOneSite] http://thisonesite.com/2zbd [Image credit: ThisOneSite]

I knew he wouldn’t want me to prolong his agony, but he held it together long enough for one last backup. The expert at the Genius Bar shook…

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