Facebook is a wonderful tool to help reconnect with people. The majority of my FB friends are from my small Southern hometown of 7,000. We catch up about parents, careers, spouses, children. We post old photos from our elementary school days, church choir, high school yearbooks. And we tag each other. Helpful after all these years.
And so talkative. It seems that they all want to chat whenever I'm online. After trying to carry on five conversations at one time, it was time to leave my chat status as offline. Multitasking is one thing but there are limits.
Until last night. That's when I wanted so much to go back in time and talk to people who wanted to talk to me. One in particular. A guy who went through twelve years of school with me. He had joined the Air Force, married, divorced, stayed in Colorado.
With FB, it starts in cryptic ways. "My heart is breaking with the news."
Then it becomes a mystery. "D was a great friend."
The mind races. What happened to D?
With enough reading and poking around, it becomes clear. "D didn't post anything on Fishville this morning and I was about to call him when I heard the message on my phone. My baby brother is gone. Cardiac arrest."
Sadness, regret, realization that we're middle aged. Wasn't this supposed to be fun?