Loss & anger

To mark the one-week anniversary of the death of my grandmother, I have discovered the loss of two year's worth of email, sent and received. Correspondence with friends and family. Useful resources, interesting links, pictures, email addresses. All gone. I can think of no one message I'm sorry to have lost, but this is little consolation. I keep real letters, too, and would be heartbroken if they were to be lost. This is better in some ways - there are letters more personal, more cherished, than any email - but worse in others - my email encompasses all of my life, small things as well as large, and my side of the correspondence was there to be lost as well.

The loss is my fault. Entirely and completely the fault of my not thinking through a casual comment. I'm furious with myself.

( Anger )