She will be missed

C: “my Zune passed away this weekend”

E: “your beloved zune – I knew her when she was a newborn. When you boasted her quality over Ipods. What happened? Or should I say, what did you do to her?”

C: “I accidentally dropped her three times and she hit her head on the elliptical machine every time harder than the last…”

I remember when we met; it was a few years ago and it was then that I knew we were going to be friends for a long time. We were pretty much inseparable. Our favorite pass-time was jamming to classic Justin Timberlake, if you can even consider JT music classic. We went on vacations together, studied together, exercised together, we even had sleepovers and she always knew the latest and greatest songs to listen to before bed. She was always there when I needed to get away. When I was in a bad mood, she found a way to make me forget. When I was angry, she fueled the fire which actually made me feel better. She was always there when I was bored.

Sure we had our spats. I would call upon her and she wouldn’t respond. I would call her names and curse her, banish her from my sight but she handled it like a trooper and remained silent. Eventually, we would take a break from each other but before you know it, things would be ok again.

And then, the day came…she had been in a terrible accident with multiple contusions to the head. I thought she was a goner for sure but she made a seemingly quick recovery; the accident didn’t seem to faze her. I didn’t want to believe that her days were numbered so I chose to ignore it and I took her on a vacation over the weekend. Little did I know that this would be the last vacation we would spend together. There we were enjoying the delightful melodic tunes of Jason Mraz in the car and all of the sudden, she was non-responsive. I did everything I could; I shook her, I tried to revive her but nothing seemed to work. I assumed a little rest would recharge her battery and she would be back to normal in no time. I checked on her every hour or so but it wasn’t looking good. She was drifting away slowly. After an uncomfortable nights rest, I checked on her only to find that she had given up. She was…dead.

I will always remember the good times we had together. Remember when you would go with me to the gym in the wee hours of the morning even though everyone else thought I was insane? Remember all of the vacations we went on? All the poolside tans? The countless hours of studying you helped me through? You were my savior, my companion, my buddy…oh my dear sweet Zune, you will be missed.