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Some Moments Never Come Back
I wish I had a mobile phone in 2013
It was September 4th, 2013 around 7:35 am. That was the time and year my father passed away.
I didn’t have a smartphone then—no personal pictures. No videos. Just a few blurry snapshots from my cousin’s wedding video.
And that’s all I have left.
Now, after almost 11 years, God has blessed me with everything, also a smartphone. I take pictures of my kids all the time.
Their laughter, their little achievements, even the ordinary moments—because I know they won’t be one day.
Back then in 2013, I didn’t realize how important it was to capture moments until I had none to look back on.
People say, “Live in the moment.” But what if one day, all you have left is the memory of that moment?
Sometimes, I wonder — what if I had a phone back then?
What if I had captured his voice, his laughter, his random conversations?
Would it make the loss any easier? Probably not.
But at least I’d have something to hold on to.
Life moves fast. People come and go. But pictures, videos, little recordings — they stay.
