Yesterday I deleted all my text messages. All of them. The one that said “Merry Christmas,” the ones that said “Happy Birthday,” the ones from near, and from far. The ones I kept to bolster my spirits, in waiting areas, the middle of the night, or just because.
It was a mistake. Learn from me. Do not delete texts with a defiant attitude about reading glasses.
In this day of electronic wizardry and perpetual back-up – when you must purposefully delete material twice to rid yourself of it – erroneously erased text messages cannot be recovered without some serious muscle along the lines of a court order. Like accidentally sent email, you cannot take it, or get it, back.
Maybe I am the only one (futilely) eschewing the use of reading glasses, or the only one who treated texts as memorabilia. My cell phone is cold. History is cleared. No reflection in that mirror. My phone can make connections but it cannot hold them. Or rather, I can’t. Ouch.
Shouldn't...but Do 
Leave a Reply