I hate Auto-Complete... or Ghosts Everywhere (Part 2)

As I sat down to compose another entry, I clicked into the Title: line and was rudely distracted from the what I actually meant to post. I was confronted by a list of previously blogged topics, most of them from Olivia's Big Adventure. My computer was wondering if I wanted to use these titles... (again)... yeah thanks, but NO.

• Quest for the Golden Elixer
• when it was still easy to joke about trying to collect a urine sample from a 3 month old
• On the Road Again...  Again... and Again
• heading back to Ann Arbor for yet another follow up Liver & Kidney visit
• Stuck in a Rut...  (part 1)
  
• the last post before Olivia died talking about how well she was doing and following routines pictures of her at the zoo with her cousins
• part 2 never made it to publication and was soon followed by
• Dragonflies
• Our first acceptance of Olivia in another form
• Ghost Everywhere
• rounds out the Auto-complete list so perfectly It 

While at times this computer feature can be nice, obviously today it put me in a place I didn't want to be. I previously talked about the ghost I willingly surround myself with; pictures, a bouncy seat, a blanket. It's the ghost I don't control that can make life 'interesting.'

Yesterday we got another book in the mail for Olivia from the Dolly Parton Imagination Library, a great program that sends a book out monthly to children under 5 yrs old. Every month it catches me unprepared, yet every month I put off canceling because that book is another tie to Olivia. It keeps her memory alive, somewhere in someone else's computer she's just another little girl that just turned 9 months -- and that's fine with me. The Babies-R-Us mailers, the $5.00 off Enfamil or Similac , the never ending Holiday TV commercials hawking kids toys and showing the perfectly happy nuclear family, these all want to make me scream at times "Why are you doing this to me!!! Don't you know she's gone?!!" Slowly I'm getting better at swallowing my bile, I don't often flinch anymore when I come across these surprises. ... but today, not so much, I wanted my computer to understand it made me sad.