In the past, I have wondered why the Facebook pages of deceased folks are left as if the person is still alive. I have seen active pages of those who passed away several years ago. I questioned why someone would want to make comments on Facebook to a dead person. The deceased cannot see it. Then, yesterday I saw a post our daughter, Heather posted Daniel’s Facebook page: Just found a MacGyver Marathon on TV. I reached for my phone so I could tell you about it. This feeling is indescribable Daniel. I just lack the words for how it feels to have you gone. I love you so, so much. Holly commented on Heather’s post: I made a "Daniel" joke and reached for my phone to call him. Is this really our reality now? I wish it was some kind of drawn out sick joke. Our daughters are hurting so much for the loss of their brother and this is one way they try to deal with the emptiness – by talking to their Bubsy on Facebook. I hope they keep it up. It’s nice to read and helps my healing process also. I love you, my sweet beauties. Together, we will get through this reality that seems like a “sick, drawn out joke.”

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Mouse said…
It does seem like a strange thing to write to someone who isn't here anymore. After Grandma Dee died, when I would get sad and miss her, I would ask God if I could talk to her for a little bit. I would then go on to describe things I missed about her or remembered doing at her house as if I were actually talking with her. Writing to Daniel is a more "grown up" version of that. I think even as a kid, I knew that Grandma Dee probably couldn't hear me but it helped. I imagine I will continue to write things over time on Daniel's FaceBook because at least it gives voice to the feelings and thoughts. I'm glad you a writing too Dad. The reading helps me process and get knew good memories. Love you.
July 31, 2012 at 9:20 PM
susan.r said…
no words.....enough said
August 13, 2012 at 8:32 PM
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