Hacking My Mother’s Phone to Save Her Memories

And then there is the inadvertent record: the enraged first drafts, the unflattering selfies, the record of purchases at Amazon or Netflix, the digital sticky notes we had not meant to keep. If the only way to preserve her memories was to put together the pieces of her digital life, then we had to hack into her online accounts. I patted myself on the back for having insisted Mom record her passwords, and we sisters rejoiced … for about five minutes.

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