October is a time for mourning an old friend who passed away with his nose dislocated and his eye open; paramedics had been unable to close it for the traditional sleep-in-peace pose of those who have died.
The last of his dying breed. Geroe-ni-moe, dear friend, rest in peace. I mourn the loss of a constant companion, able to capture the scenery, freeze a moment for eternity, to discern what lies behind the smiles. Constant sidekick in get-togethers and in moments of sanity-damaging boredom… you were always there to lend your time, to extend your service. You never failed. But good things do end. And now, it really did.
I will cherish your memory forever. I hold on to the tokens of our companionship. But for now, goodbye. I close the lid of your wooden box, burying you in darkness for eternity. Your memory, I will keep alive in my heart, never fear.
Goodbye, then, dear Geroe-ni-moe. Goodbye. I misplaced the warranty card. Forgive me.
(my Nikon Coolpix L3 died on me a week ago. Big, big sad)