Apart from that, every snapshot taken between the ages of 21 and 29 is now a distant memory. The only pictures I have left are those taken before my 21st birthday, mostly out of focus and taken with a series of cheap disposable cameras. One of the photographs Amy still has of herself as a baby, before digital photography. My grandmother’s worst fear had happened to me and every photo in my archive was the equivalent of ash. I spent the next two hours in a state of denial, checking and rechecking every folder on my computer, Dropbox and iCloud with no luck. I knew in my heart that his answer would be no before his reply arrived, and I couldn’t blame him. But my stomach tied in knots as I sent a text to my ex-partner asking if he happened to still have my photos stored on the computer. When you watch your husband die at the age of 23, most everyday mishaps seem manageable in comparison. I’m not the type to panic prematurely in a crisis. I plugged in the hard drive, clicked on the folder … and it was empty. I only realised my error 12 months later, when I wanted to show my new boyfriend evidence that I’d been a goth at university. In retrospect, when I collected the hard drive, I should have checked to make sure all of my photographs were on there but instead I saw a folder marked “Amy’s pics” and made an incorrect assumption. As all my files were stored on the computer, I arranged for him to transfer more than 2,600 photographs on to an external hard drive. In September 2013, my relationship broke down and my ex-partner and I agreed that he would get “custody” of our shared laptop.
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