My Health and Eye, Rants & Reflections

Letters to Google Photos

Dear Google Photos

What a wonderful invention you are. Holding all my media close so I can always look back on every moment. Every baby milestone. Every night out. Every Christmas. Every Birthday.

Thank you for making beautiful compilations of my weeks and months. Thank you for the videos showing a montage of pictures and clips of our trips and days out. Editing them seamlessly and adding happy uplifting music to each. Skills that I admire and hope to one day possess.

I appreciate all that you do in the background of my life. Giving me the guarantee that whatever I do with my phone, you will keep my precious memories safe and ready for me to collect at any time.

Yours sincerely

SJG

 

Dear Google Photos

Your “This week 4 years ago” message cut me like a knife today. Looking at pictures of myself, free of the burden of Retinitis Pigmentosa was hard. It’s painful to see how much freedom I had. To see my eyes really smile. To see my shoulders without the weight I now carry.

This week 3 years ago, I was at a friend’s Christening. Looking a little chubby if I’m honest but still enjoying my freedom.

This week 2 years ago, I was so ill but pushing through like a champ; determined to make the best of my 40th Birthday celebrations. All I had rattling around in my big old brain was, getting better, trying not to look too snotty in the photos and finally being ready to consider baby number 2.

This week 1 year ago, I was so very busy. Lots of birthday celebrations, hectic toddler groups and taking my little girl to visit Santa for the first time, which included a beautifully enchanting winter walk, that was a feast for the eyes.

Covid restrictions this year have meant that our ‘normal’ festivities will not come to pass. There were no birthday celebrations, no hectic toddler groups and no opportunity to visit Santa this year.

Right on cue Google photos, you popped up to provide the bittersweet memories of what was. What we could do. What we used to do. What we used to have.

What I could do.  What I used to do.  What I used to have.

Thank you for your painfully thorough attention to detail.  It’s not your fault. You are just working with the material supplied. I guess that’s what we are all trying to do. Trying to work with what we have.

It’s so much harder to really appreciate how good you have it.  When you are constantly being reminded of how great you had it.

Keep doing what you do and I will keep on keeping on.  Together we will continue to work with what we have.

Yours sincerely

SJG

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