If you’ve ever been around computers, you probably know what this is. A flash-drive. USB-stick. Name it what you want.
It used to be my Dad’s. There is music on it. Music I put on it for him, because in his last days he couldn’t do much more than listen to it.
The music on it isn’t my kind of music, but I will never be able to wipe it off this USB-drive because the files on it were the last ones I put on them for Dad. He listened to them a lot. When he wasn’t able any more to switch on his little stereo, the nurses at the home did it for him.
As I titled this post: for some it’s just a flash-drive. For me it’s 16 GB of memories of my father, a man I got to know far too late.
I am here.
I’ve been busy. Far too busy of course, so busy that when I had a very relaxed last weekend, I had trouble sleeping overnight and felt miserable on Monday. Not going to do that again soon!
He’s doing okay, but he is getting more and more confused all the time. On Monday afternoon he called me with all kinds of problems and worries and such, and talked about things that (I think) were a mix of something on a paper he either received or found, something that was on his computer screen and something I still have not figured out.
It’s all fine now, though, so that’s a relief.
Yup, they are here again. 41.400 people walking 30, 40 or 50 km a day for 4 days. Amazing. Too bad they have crap weather. They walked in the heavy rain yesterday. Today actually was mostly dry, good for them.