This morning I awoke to a post with a picture of an old friend of mine on Facebook. “He was the best friend a guy could have”
Hoping desperately that this was just a grammar fail, I went to his page and saw that my friend’s aunt was collecting photos.
Never have I felt so alone. So far away.
I also found out while on vacation 4 months ago (again via Facebook) that my friend’s teenage daughter had taken her own life.
This is the day and age of communication. Yesterday, I was just thinking about the fact that it’s slightly creepy that I know things about friends and acquaintances that they never “told” me. I simply happened to read it. Sometimes I rant about things in a fit of some emotion and then wonder why, months later, someone asks me about a specific event. I think, I never told her about that. Or when my boyfriend got caught not going to an event (of a girl I hate) because we were on vacation – well we were supposed to be, we actually left the next day - but silly me put our departure on Facebook.
Today, I am in my small apartment, 5000 miles away. Far from any of our friends, alone, and I get posting at 8 a.m. via Facebook.
But I am glad, because it has been years and he was a good man. I would have been sad to not have mourned his passing.