The ease of our everyday interactions is what kills me. The first surgery, a deep lymph-node dissection of the left groin, and its subsequent days-long hospital stay, spanned the first week of April 2008.
The way we spoke to each other about what I’d bring home for dinner or whether it was a PBR or a Grolsch kind of night. The second surgery, which removed the cancer’s recurrence from underneath the tender flesh of the first, was June 11. I spent a lot of time after his death looking at photographs of us camping, at a friend’s wedding, with my family at our first Thanksgiving.
'Motion Security' works in the same way, but tells the recipient to carefully hold the phone upright in order to view a message, while 'Camera Security' makes them hold their phone up to their face.
Using all three at once would make it pretty difficult for the recipient to take a screenshot.
This can help you in case you change your smartphone, or lose it.Clark and I met on the Thursday before Labor Day, August 30, 2007.I don’t know exactly when we first said I love you, but the first email exchange containing the phrase, which he casually includes before signing off, is dated October 3 of that year.In nearly every conversation, there is something that releases the pressure from my chest by forcing a giant laugh. Me: yes i had soup and chips but whatever someone else has smells delish Clark: k just as long as you ate something how do you spell Bodasifa? He was hospitalized from November 11–19 and again from December 1–6. Clark: oh baby do not say sorry Me: i really was just exhausted! Clark: I totally understand i know you were so tired and I know that you want to make sure I’m going to be okay and safe and really makes me want to cry Clark: i feel the same way about you I want to always want to make sure you are safe and warm and comfortable Clark: and I didn’t mean to yell but you are so stubborn Me: no i know haha SO ARE YOU, for the record Clark died two months later. I listened to “The Ocean” by Sunny Day Real Estate, the song he heard when he imagined me walking down the aisle at our wedding.On February 20, 2009, he had emergency surgery to remove a tumor the size of a baseball from his gut. I cried when Archers of Loaf, the one band Clark insisted make an appearance on any playlist, announced its reunion tour.Nearly four years later, I sometimes type his email address in the search box in my Gmail.