Category: Grandpa’s Way

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What do you think is the future of AI?

I remember the first short story we examined in the English class at age 11. It was called, “Who Can Replace A Man?”

It’s a 1984, big brother, animal farm type story in which the automated farm machinery decide to rebel against the big central corporate computer that controls them. They set off on a journey through towns, hills and valleys, building confidence along the way.

As they near their destination they encounter a man, the only human mentioned in the story.

The man taps a few keys on their control panels, and they forget their quest and go back to what they’re good at – farming.

AI is a tool. Yes, it may cause big problems. But there’s always an ‘Off Switch’.

Wish You Were Here

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So long you’ve been gone

It seems like just yesterday

When will my heart heal?

Oh how I wish you were here

To be together again

I wrote this eight years ago, eight months after my wife of forty two years passed away. I still think about her, and miss her, every day.

Grief isn’t something that goes away. It’s something you learn to live with. It’s a constant companion. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

I used to worry that I was still grieving. But the gap created in your life with the passing of a dear loved one cannot be filled. It’s always there. You just learn to negotiate it.

And when the grief suddenly flares up, as it will, now and then, that’s okay too. The sudden memory, finding an old photo, a useless trinket obtained together when love made you silly, the wish that they were here. They all evoke memories that can bring tears. Let them flow. There’s nothing wrong with that.

It’s just proof that love is forever.