Many years ago, my dad and I were talking in the car, and I memorized a random license plate. Since then, he’s occasionally asked me if I remember, but I’m not allowed to say it or write it down anywhere because that’s cheating. If I remember right, he’s planning to quiz me on my wedding day, whenever that happens.
My older brother used to make me memorize random things. When he took me to practice driving, he’d quiz me on the color and type of cars around me. He’d ask me license plates of people in the parking lot or to remember long combinations of words letters and numbers
At one point, I could glance at an SSN or credit card number and remember it for a while… I can’t do it anymore, but my passwords are great. It’s amazing what the mind can be trained to do
We also came up with this stupid super long url, I still remember it decades later but he can never get the whole thing right. One of these days I’m going to buy the domain name and put something up there, it’s almost a password in itself
Now imagine how fucking sad it would be if he had accidentally put a blank paper in there, thrown out the heartwarming and touching letter he'd written to his kid with all the feelings he never could express otherwise and died thinking his kid would at least find some comfort in those words.
Yeah, if I were in her shoes, it would be impossible not to imagine my dad chuckling to himself as he slipped his mortal bonds, smug with satisfaction at having pulled the longest, pettiest prank possible on your kid. That piece of paper would be a treasure.
Reminds me of someone who said their dad died. They logged into the dad’s Facebook. He’d made a number of status updates over the preceding months, that gradually grew sadder IIRC.
Not a single reply to any one.
Visibility was accidentally set to only me. The guy never knew.
I did this before. I was about to die and then accidentally put an empty letter paper into an envelope and thought the letter I did write to my daughter was my scratch paper… so I threw it away. I later passed but through a stroke of luck my daughter found my letter in the trash and was still able to read it. so I can rest easy now knowing that.
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