Restore

Today the computer, as usual, is acting up. The mouse pad on the laptop, the worn through plastic on the mouse not reacting to the finger, the cracked CD port, from the recent drop, the daily concern all will be lost in a crash. There are times I have tried to set the computer back to a prior date, before all the troubles of slowing it down and the ads popping up began. But usually, it is in vain, for I do not go far enough back in time.
After coming off an Easter week-end in Williston, I so desperately sought that further date back in time. Yesterday, as we sat in the newer First Baptist Church, a deed I had only done once in my life, it felt odd and out of place. I was not supposed to be here. I was supposed to be further up Noble in the First United Methodist Church where my father once preached from 1967 to 1977, a time many, many today do not recall, only the remaining Epperson class members recalling. When I lived in Williston, the churches in town would gather on the fifth Sunday evening for a singing, and we would rotate around. It was then that I would sit in the old brick First Baptist, the one the far sighted committee had torn down, erasing for yet many another memory.
And as we sat in those comfortable pews in the middle of the modern styled sanctuary, there were no little grand kids about in their pretty outfits. No, most were now grown and gone, others had just gone separate ways, over seas, over this and that, finding every reason not to gather as once we all did.
We ate a fine dinner at the Ivy House, just the two's of us, came home and took our own separate naps, not having to pull ourselves into grandma's yard to hide the eggs, to pose before adjusting the fine pastel outfits.
And we awoke finally, gathered our leftovers and made our way home.
The IPhone continually scrolling with the posting of the pictures from others with the fine pastels that flattered and embarrassed at the same time. In the satchel the photograph of Melissa and Nathaniel carried with us, reminding us painfully, that we will never be able to ever again find that restore button.