I am blogging like no one is reading!
I don't understand Facebook. One day I have X amount of friends and the next day I am down three! I immediately begin to wonder who and why would someone befriend me. I know that I am the only person in the world who looks at their friend meter. It took me a long time to accumulate as many as I have, a life time actually.
I have discovered with the new Facebook ME page your cancelled friends are at the bottom of the page thereby filling my "got to know" need.
I can sigh in relief that I have not inadvertently pissed someone off.
So I go off to read the paper in my newly acquired peace of mind and turn, as always, to the obits. I begin my reading at this page because it is what I have done for the past 25 years. I live in a city where I know few people so it is not a matter of my looking for my old cronies who may have kicked the bucket. No, I am interested in people MY AGE and close to it, who have kicked the bucket and the why's and how's and where's that for some reason I take considerable interest.
After I finished satisfying my morbid curiosity I returned to Facebook and began to click on "my friends" who I have not seen on my "feed" page as of late.
I clicked on Micah True, who really is not a true friend in the literal sense, but a wonderful character who's exploits and bravery and love of running was highlighted in the book, "Born to Run".
Micah was dead, went for a run at the end of March and did not return. They searched for four days before finding him laying in a stream that ran close to one of the paths he loved to run in New Mexico.
Though Micah and I never met, I know everything about him that he wanted me to know. His struggles and his triumphs. He is inspiring and admirable and I will miss him. I am one of thousands and thousands who will miss him.
I think of the Jim Dickinson epitaph, "I'm just dead, I'm not gone."