Texting Heaven

If technology exists in the afterlife

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Dad found it difficult accepting changes in technology. That’s pretty weird for a man with a patent under his belt and an IQ in the genius range. But when he found a Casio watch that stored phone numbers, he was the first kid on the block to get one. He scoffed at calculators and taught me how to use a slide rule instead. He said “Here’s your calculator.”

Dad was an avid reader. The grin on his face when we gave him books on American history for Father’s Day was worth all the money in the world. Every now and then he’d read a book of little known facts, then tell us what we didn’t know but should. Dad was a rock star.

I bought my first computer in 1993. It was an HP with 4mb of ram. It came with Windows 3.0. The modem made me curious about what it was for. Within a week I was connected to the internet.

I tried telling Dad how much he could read and learn online. He said he learned more from his books than I could ever learn from Google searches. All he knew about the internet was his oldest daughter liked to goof off in chat rooms and talk to strangers. Don’t judge me. It’s how I met my husband in 1996. I was in Pennsylvania, he lived in Florida. And I was freezing my butt off. But that’s a story for another day.