A couple of weeks ago, after seeing a post on a childhood friend's page (I had only reconnected with her when news of her son's death was running on mutual friends' Facebook walls_ that her dear mother had passed. Her mom was one of neighborhood moms. Back in an era where almost every mom was working at home all the time. How could she be gone. Some additional digging helped me discover she had been sick a long time.
Then last weekend, learning that a former coworker was receiving hospice care, and that her death was days away. In face she did die, on Easter Sunday. Again, I would see occasional posts from her, get the occasional "like" on something I posted. But I had no idea that her health had take such a turn. WIth her, I'm still not exactly sure what was going on with her.
Facebook reality can bite. Perhaps this is the risk of reaching out to reconnect with people from my past. The neighborhood mom I mentioned knew me when still counted my age in single digits. The friend from college, helped me understand that not matter the serious nature of life, there's ALWAYS room for some humor. The coworker, she was the first friend I really had after I finished school and started my first career. She taught me how to play black jack and we went to Vegas one Easter weekend, many years ago, and played all Saturday night. Right up until it was time to find a church. It was Easter after all.
Endings suck. Especially endings for which you don't know the middle part of the story.
So Facebook, I promise to use to keep in better touch with friends from the past. To use you wisely, thoughtfully, kindly, compassionately. Who cares what character I would be in the latest movie or sitcom craze. I need to be a more authentic me.