I almost miss this Facebook post as I’m scrolling rapidly through my newsfeed: Happy Birthday to blah blah blah from blah blah blah! Hope you are enjoying it! Then it hits me. Wait…wait!…Go back, scroll up! Where is that piece of information? I find what I am looking for and hurriedly scan the typed words. No way I think. I really thought she had passed away months ago – and I was right – she had. On any other given day there may be posts from deceased friends or friends of friends on Facebook stating – So and So likes Pottery Barn or Whatchamacallit commented on this post December 12, 2011.
These are from and about people that have gone to greener pastures – or not. But that’s not the point. I called Amie and demanded in no uncertain terms that when I am gone from this earth to please, please, please go into my Facebook account and terminate it, somehow, someway. I told her, “Just call Jessie or Andrew. They will know the login and password. It’s what I use for everything.” I know. I know. You aren’t supposed to do that. That’s another story!
Is this petty? It depends on how you look at it. I really don’t want my face peering up at others with a smile while blowing out candles on my birthday cake if I can’t respond to all those wonderful comments myself that are being made about how great I look for 93!
Any thoughts on this people? Am I being selfish? Its just eerie to me.