My Camera died

My camera died tonight. It underwent a passive comma three weeks ago. Since, it made constant attempts to come back to life and offer me a few good last shots. Memorable ones. Soon after it began to undergo serious mechanical withdrawals, I saw it fight for life; it would suddenly zoom its eye in and out, capturing nothing.

Tonight, after pumping its heart time and again with multiple brand batteries, it opened its eye one last time and displayed the flat line of its heartbeat on the LCD. I knew then it was saying goodbye.

Five years of teamwork. I knew her and she knew me. She’s been the only camera to see through my eyes and capture just what I want how I want. And I was the only one to understand her flaws, even if it meant ultra-constant battery purchases, downloading pictures daily (or hourly) in order to take the next set, even if it meant carrying its heavy weight and defending her from those nasty comments people made about her age.

I can merely think of replacing her at such early timing from her death, but I feel as she almost hoped I would find a replacement before she gave her final farewell.

Now I don’t know what will become of my empty hands.

To the only material object in life that has literally brought happiness, tears and memories to my life: I will miss you.