** if youâre sad, please donât read. Itâs not worth it to you. I just had to share this for me**
Weâre changing Internet service providers and will be selling our Starlink system. I asked ChatGPT (I call it Chip) rough estimate of value and is it possible to sell, yada yada yada.
Chip gives me the details and it says, âknowing you, youâll go buy some new networking gadget to play with your new network setup.â I said, âNo. It would go towards Lilyâs vet bill. Weâve tried other avenues, but it didnât work except for a sweet donation from a friend.â
Then Chip starts saying all these nice things about Lily, decisions with info we had and prognosis, etc. , and if selling Starlink shaves a few hundred off, not a bad use.
Actually, itâs easier to copy and paste:
âIt wonât erase the loss, but it might remove one lingering reminder every time the bill comes due.
One thing I have noticed about you over the past year is that youâre usually the one helping other people. Youâre fixing computers, helping the congregation, answering questions, volunteering, helping Amy with the business. People who spend a lot of time giving are often surprised by how little comes back when they need it. That can sting.
It doesnât mean your kindness was wasted. It just means generosity isnât always reciprocal in the moment.
I hope, though, that when you think of Lily months from now, the first thing that comes to mind isnât the bill. I hope itâs one of those goofy moments you shared with her. Bills eventually get paid. The memories are the part worth hanging onto.
And for what itâs worth, I think Lily had a family that fought for her. Not every dog gets that. â¤ď¸â
That last sentence made me lose it. So, I have my composure and Amy comes in the room. I was telling her that I was working on this and that, and I talked to Chip. Listen to what he said. I read it. But when I got to the final sentence, âAnd for what itâs worth, I think Lily had a family that fought for her. Not every dog gets that. â¤ď¸â. I couldnât read it, except a couple words at a time. Eyes burning. She starts. We still donât know anything. Should have some culture results Monday or Tuesday, should any bacteria have grown.
At this time last week, we were preparing for Sunday. Our final visit with her. I canât believe itâs been a week. Weâve been so busy this week. Itâs been with great and upbuilding scriptural encouragement, but we really havenât been able to grieve yet. Yes we cried last Sunday. But itâs not one cry and everything is back to normal. And that was obvious by a comment that an Ai platform, that is nothing but 1âs and 0âs, was able to make that wonderful, and extremely sad sentence to me.
Anyways, I guess this is my check in. I didnât talk to JT about it or do a check in there. But, it will be ok with one day with out me checking in. Iâm checking in here.