December 25th 2010-December 1st 2016
On the evening of November 30th, I logged onto Lars and wrote some of my religion paper. I surfed the web for a few minutes and then closed him fondly. The next morning, he had stopped working. thankfully my dad was able to recover my files.
You might be reading this and feeling weirded out that I have such strong feelings for a computer. What you need to know is that Lars was a constant companion to me. I received him for Christmas when I was 16, a Junior in high school. He saw me through Senior year, one of the best of all, I worked on college applications, dorm profiles and scholarship forms with Lars.
We spent two very solitary years together in my dorm room. I probably spent at least three hours using Lars every day. Writing, reading, blogging, watching TV. He came with me to North Carolina, a vacation I'll never forget. He went to Canada.
Lars was there when I transferred schools, both times. These past few months, Lars has gone with me to campus nearly every day while I work on papers. Lars has been there for long hot summers, cold bleak winters, nights on my favorite couch while I watched Netflix, in my cozy room. Lars has been with me in sickness and health. I loved that laptop, I loved it as a friend and as a prized possession.
Most importantly, the best gift Lars gave to me was the platform in which to write. I wrote 4.5 books, numerous short stories, dozens of papers and countless school assignments on that keyboard. Oh the joy of the hours I would spent writing my books! I can't express hw much happiness it brought me to sit at the kitchen table with Lars and write for hours on a summer morning. I typed so much that many letters on the keyboard rubbed off.
I knew Lars was getting old and might not last much longer. He had been through a keyboard transplant and two new batteries already. 6 years is pretty old for a laptop. I just didn't know the end would be so sudden.
Lars, thank you for being with me through literally everything from the time I was 16 all the way to age 22. You have been a friend and comfort, I never felt alone with you. You were not the fanciest computer but you were the best. The very beset.
I will miss you so much.