Death.

Today I died. My computer crashed and all my pictures are gone. What's even worse is that somehow my external hard disk is empty. I made a backup of every single picture I took on that hard disk. There were more than 7000 pictures on it. And everything is gone.
I just don't understand. Thursdayevening I watched a movie which was on the hard disk and everything seemed fine. And an hour ago everything was gone.
I've no idea what to do now.

I don't care for the movies and the music, I can buy them again. But my pictures are gone and I can't take them again. We moved to an other house, my pet rooster is in chicken heaven and some great memories only exist in my head now.

Today is a sad day. But maybe it is also a good day. The fact that it hurts so much means those memories are good memories, they mean a lot to me and those memories won't die. It is sad that I won't be able to look at a picture of Haan, my rooster, anymore, but I can remember how sweet he was. How he loved cucumber and cake, and how he used to come sit next to me in summer when I was reading a book, lying in the grass.

It is sad, but I guess losing those pictures isn't the end of the world, nor the end of good memories.