Kinda of a deep title that might make you think this about a relationship, passing of a loved one, or a season of life.
Nope. It’s about a TV.
This week, I said goodbye to this television.
It still works. It’s not HD obviously. It has no inputs other than a cable input. That’s it. It’s a big screen, the color is a bit untrue, and I think I was on my 5th remote. Yes it did have a remote. So what’s the big deal?
It’s the first TV I ever personally owned. When I got my first apartment living on my own, my dad took me to get me gift to celebrate my first job and apartment. It was this tv.
I’ve hung on to this thing and up until a few years ago was still using it in some regards. I hate throwing things away. It’s not because of the item itself. It’s because of what it represents and all the memories that go with it.
With this TV, my dad is no longer with us and I get worried I’ll forget about that small moment with him. I can still hear his voice with his favorite line that said, “If we have to spend a little extra to get what you want, then let’s spend it.” I don’t want to forget that stuff.
The truth is I won’t. How do I know that? I just told you what I remembered. I won’t always think about it but in God’s beautiful creation of the brain it’s in there somewhere. And when I see any old TV or my kids suggest we get a widescreen HD as big as the side of the house, I get to tell them again about my amazing first TV. Kids love to hear the phrase, “When I was a kid…”
It was and still is a great first TV
Do you have something you’re afraid of parting with because of sentimental value? Tell me about it in the comments.
God is good all the time.