My Father presented me with His Digital Diary, Casio SF-R20 in 1993. He took a backup of it in his newer model and gave the thing to me with all its paraphernalia, the two memory cards and the data cable et al.
I was pretty sure that He shall be with us for ever and hence pressed the Master Reset button that was under the battery panel.
It took me some years and by 2003, it had about 1300 names and addresses and a lot many birthdays and other events.
His data is with me in one of the memory cards that I keep in my briefcase.
That is a different tangent.
One day, sometime in 2004, one of my technically brilliant friends, in a bout of stupidity, placed the Diary on my Clarion WoodBoxed speaker. The strong magnet in it did what it does best. Corrupted the whole memory of the Digital Diary. Strange characters appeared on the LCD screen. I thought all was gone, however I feared not! I had a backup. I gave up on using the thing for a few years and one fine day tried to revive it, just for old time’s sake, as presently it was not required, with the new crop of mobile phones having taken its place.
I switch it on and what do I see!
To my utter disbelief, there is all HIS data, and I had NOT used the data card to restore the back up.
The question is, if an electronic memory, when flash-deleted refuses to vapourize, and RESURFACES after a good decade, how the FUCK is a human expected to forget and possibly forgive?