Uyen, my wife, was my first Facebook friend. That makes sense—especially considering that she walked me through the process of joining Facebook. I recall whimpering about how silly “friending” and “liking” was as she tried to explain the whole process.
“What? Are we back in seventh grade here?” I groused.
“You’ll get used to all this,” she assured me. “And now you will be able to see what Helen is up to. She posts on Facebook all the time.” My wife turned out to be correct about that (read everything here). Through Facebook, I recently found out that my daughter—after returning from the Olympics in Rio—has become a marathon runner!
After helping me set-up my profile, Uyen sent me the very first friend request I ever received and showed me how to accept.
My first friend!
That was back in 2009, if memory serves. We soon began posting back and forth.
Uyen passed in May of 2011. I didn’t pay much attention to Facebook for a while after that. Gradually, I worked my way back in. Eventually, I began sharing these daily blogs.
Somewhere, about a year after Uyen’s death I decided to view her profile and I realized that she was no longer among my Facebook friends.
She was gone.
I was only able to access Uyen’s profile though Helen’s profile or by searching.
I did not unfriend her. What happened?
I continued to view her profile—especially on her birthday or on the date of her passing. I even tried to seize administration of her profile on her computer, hoping I could share a post every so often. Then, about two years ago, with tears in my eye, I sent her a friend request.
I knew it would never be answered, but I feel better having it out there in the ether.
I never wanted to stop being her friend.