I can't help being fretful. My son was
Meanwhile, I'm watching a former co-worker/guy I really liked a lot die on Facebook. No, I'm not kidding.
He'd been sharing his experience with truly amazing courage, humor, cold honesty, lots of snark, and appropriate musical selections. He's the one who reminded me of many of the brilliant songs from Warren Zevon's final album, recorded while he was terminally ill.
All of his FB friends have been his cheerleaders, nags, joke sharers, prayer network, you name it. It has been absolutely inspiring to be a mostly silent fly on the wall, watching him face death with dignity and humor and honesty.
He's gone mostly radio silent for the last 48 hours, and the tone of the comments on his feed has changed from offering prayers/jokes to basically a memorial - but he's occasionally liking the posts! Not the ones that presume he's already dead, or checking out any minute now, but the friends who wish him well and hope to meet again. The others...really now, people. Think before sharing. I'm wondering what it's like to lie in a hospital bed and see eulogies about you on your Facebook feed - or feeling responsible to keep posting, to reassure the people who keep asking how you're doing. He stopped doing that. I'm guessing he's had enough of the preview of his funeral.
I haven't even seen him face to face in many years. We are very casual "Facebook friends," not face-to-face friends, but it says something that I came to look forward to his analysis of the ballot at election time, when he could distill those convoluted constitutional amendments into his Ruling - one I really respected, because damn, he's smart, funny as hell, a nerd, a geek, and a hillbilly mensch. We've swapped snarky humor on occasion. I'm going to miss him like hell, even if I only kept in touch with him on Facebook.
This has been a weird week. I'm the long distance observer of a birth and a death, and living my normal stressful now-I-remember-why-I-hate-everything-on-my-resume working life. I brought some work home, because I see what's needed and need to play around with organizing the information.
No, we don't get MLK Day off Monday. It's the private sector in the South.