Digitizing my family recipe collection erased the emotional value hidden in the mess.

I had a drawer full of torn-out magazine pages, handwritten recipe cards from family, and stained printouts. It was impossible to search through efficiently. Then I moved all my recipes to a beautiful digital cooking app with searchable tags and ingredient filters. It was seamless. And I lost something I did not expect. I stopped discovering forgotten recipes while flipping through the stack, and I lost the handwriting and notes written in the margins by people I love. I kept a small stack of the original, messy cards on the counter. Not for cooking convenience. For the memories.
Have you ever digitized a sentimental collection and realized that the "friction" of the old way held all the emotional value?