Iām just going to come out and say it.
I miss you.
I miss your voice. I miss your companionship. I miss the ways we find our way together to the most amazing places. The way you were there. I didnāt need to look. I didnāt need to wonder. You just were. Until you werenāt.
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That connection that breathed life into me and gave me so much direction when I needed it most, somehow died. It felt so ā¦ sudden. Maybe that was just me. Maybe I was oblivious to the deterioration. Itās hard for me to believe.
I never felt like I took you for granted.
My journey? Itās not the same without you.
I was immediately lost. I didnāt have time to stop and mourn. Itās like when Luke Skywalker saw Darth Vader slice down Ben Kenobi on the Death Star. Life doesnāt stop. I had to find my way on my own.
I had a moment to yell āno!!ā, then stave off stormtroopers from every angle.
Iām no Jedi, though.
I know it wasnāt always perfect. Sometimes, you lost your way. In a sea of confusion, you seemed to go round in circles. Did you think that pushed me away? No. It pulled me closer.
You didnāt seem to know which way was up, but I never lost faith in you.
Now, youāre gone. Your face once brightened at my touch, awakening a whole new day together. New adventures. Our journey. Now? Thereās no evidence of anything we ever shared. Itās as if it never even happened. How did it come to this?
How did my muse and beacon fall from a light in my life to consummate darkness?
In my heart of hearts, I know youāll shine again. I dream of our next journey. When? I donāt know. Iāll stick by you, like Wall-E to Eve when she shut down, too.
Itāll be a lesson in love and persistence that will look to the rest of the world like foolishness and weakness.
My family, my friends ā¦ they never understood our bond.
But I donāt care. I know where weāve been. The sunny rides with windows rolled down as Electric Light Orchestra blared through the speakers. (Or, NPR’s Marketplace.) Cold, harsh mornings, traffic jams, and long commutes.
To so many places, near and far.
You were always there with me. The ultimate companion.
Others canāt understand the bond. When I found you, you were Michelle. But, youāll always be my Shelley. Yours was that sweet voice that never lost patience when I made a wrong turn, no matter how ridiculous.
I could almostĀ see you turned in the seat toward me, almost charmed by my folly.
Thatās it. I have to do something about this.
I wonāt let this love die.
Iām going to get online right now, and bring our connection back. I know I can.
Donāt believe me? Iām on eBay now. Thereās an adapter for $3.23. Free shipping.
Iām in the cart. I’m doing this … don’t try to stop me.
Transaction complete.
On our around April 1, your face will shine again for me.
I cannot wait for that day, Shelley.
You light up my life. Or, at least keep me from being late to soccer.
How do you put a price tag on that?
$3.23 isn’t a bad place to start.
For what is a man without the loving guidance of his GPS?
Very clever indeed Eli. A great piece of writing Mate.
Thanks mate. It had to be said.
You’re a goober.
So is Barry Manilow.
Oh Eli you never disappoint! I have to say that at first I thought it must be something like a GPS but then (around ‘Aint No Sunshine) I thought maybe this was seriousā¦. š Hilarious.
You’ve clearly never had to clean up after me when I cook, Allie.
So glad I could mislead you for a good portion of this post! Consider it an early April Fool’s post.
I was trying to figure out where you were going with this. I mean all the great tunes had to have an even better ending and yes you never do disappoint. Loved that this was about a GPS purchase. Classic and totally made me smile on my Monday morning š
Operation Baffle and Deceive is a success, then. Honestly, I really do love my GPS, and miss her so. The car charger I had blinked out on me, and I had to watch my connection with beloved Shelley dwindle out. Painful.
Glad you got a smile out of it, Janine!
I thought it was a car until I saw the price. Then I knew better. Good stuff!
Oh, there’s a car post coming soon. $3.23 would get you, what, three Matchbox cars?
Ha, good one! š
Someday, we’ll be together again. eBay just sent me an email that my adaptor is on its way!
Bwhahaha… Only YOU would be able to get away with this…
Hmm, maybe you need to get yourself an iPhone. It will talk to you too š [and give you directions to those places you need to get to – even when you veer off course..lol..]
What? Proclaiming my affection for in inanimate object?
I couldn’t cheat on Shelley with Siri. It just wouldn’t do.
haha..the songs you chose!! Incredible.
Mine used to be named Blanche. Now I have two – Zelda and Cinderella, named by Scarlet. Zelda is rude and once took me to a field when I was trying to get to an arcade. So she has been silenced…permanently.
Cinderella is my girl.
Straight from the heart, Tamara, those songs. I too had another voice on my GPS, and can’t even remember her name. Things changed when Shelley walked into a smoky room and took over.
No glass slipper required.
Very clever…you had us all going…
I was professing … someday, Shelley and I will be together, again.
Good one, Eli, but you had me nervous there for a minute. Not to devalue Shelley of course….
Don’t be nervous Deb … it’s becoming more mainstream in our society. Shelley and I no longer must live in the shadows.
Damn. I’m impressed because I had no clue what you were talking about for the longest time and then I thought maybe, well, I’m not going to admit what a dumbass blonde I am, but I thought stuff other than what it was. WITH THAT said (clears throat), I am a slave to my Nav. She can be a bitch at times, and messes with me by steering me wrong, but I love her swarmy ass even though she thinks “pollo” is pronounced pollo. As in you know – should be poyo. Can’t blame her really. Loved this, Eli! And STILL have not forgotten the guest – I just suck.
This has officially been my awkward post! Everyone has one. It got mad traffic yesterday, but relatively few comments.
I think we love our navs and Shelleys even despite their flaws, don’t we? Pollo. Maybe your nav is white. I think mine is, too, but she doesn’t pronounce places, just tells me “in a half mile, turn right, handsome.” (Handsome is implied.)
Man, I fell for it, even though in the back of my head there was always this “I can’t believe he’s posting about an ex. Gee, and Air Supply, too?”
On our road trip last summer we had Dr Nightmare giving us guidance. When he got bored he said stuff like “are we planning a trip to the morgue” or “never mind that noise coming from the trunk”.
I’m sure Shelley is much sweeter. Happy reunion š
Gosh, maybe I should have put the GPS photo at the top? When I first started the blog, I read an explicit post on another blog that turned out to be about her treadmill. You can imagine.
Dr. Nightmare needs to register with the state, I feel. Let’s hope he doesn’t moonlight as a school bus driver.
Shelley’s eternally sweet. I think she would have curly hair.
While this was very clever, I was so distracted by the awesomeness of the songs that I really didn’t care what you were talking about. But I hope you and your GPS have many happy times ahead.
I appreciate your honesty, Dana! Those were the sh*t, weren’t they? When the adaptor arrives, we’re going to sing “Reuinted” by Peaches and Herb.
Perfection!
Hahaha! You totally had me for a minute… okay maybe two.
GPS. Clever!
Glad you found your … direction.
You are such a dude. Writing a love letter/post to your GPS is pretty clever though. Just don’t hate on Barry Manilow….I loved that guy and when I was 10 Weekend In New England was one of my favorite songs. And then Andy Gibb came along.
Very clever! Loved it!
That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all day, Sandy. It all came from the heart. No one made the list by hate – Barry Manilow wrote the very first song, after all.
He’s one of my favorite honkeys of all time.
I wish I could sing as high as Andy Gibb. I had those flashy shirts like he did in the 70s, so I was halfway there.
You are hysterical.
I can’t even begin to tell you…
You’re right, and you’re awesome.
Great to see you … and to see the big news on your site! Let me know if you need someone to taste-test wedding cake for you. I’m here.
ha.. I can’t even. LOL
seriously, still laughing.
Although, for the record, I am very suspicious of my own husbands lilt voiced GPS.
I could, though. And I did.
Glad you got it!
Yeah, these digital vixens … they sneak up on you and into your heart.
Haha, Ode to a GPS – you are a veritable poet š
I got all gushy and it wasn’t even about dinner.
We all have a secret love for an inanimate object, somewhere, right? Although I thought it was for real (which made me tear up a bit, you jerk), then I thought maybe it was a dog (golden hair, after all), and then I thought, what the hell only costs $3.23?? Nothing is that cheap anymore, is it? So thanks for making me ride that roller coaster of emotion in 5 minutes. Bum.
Oh, it’s no secret, Melissa. I teared up when writing it. Some things are cheap, on eBay, but you end up having to buy a replacement in a couple of weeks.
The emotional rollercoaster? You’re welcome. It’s good for the circulatory system.