I probably turn on my
computer at least once every single day. And you know if your member
or have a Facebook account, Facebook notifies you when people in your
group have birthdays. I daresay that I consider this invaluable but
it's nice and I usually go right then and there over to whoever's
account birthday it is and leave a comment. This morning was no
different in two of my favorite “Al's” came up. This is not a big
deal except for one of the “Als” is dead and has been for a
couple years. His name is actually Albert and he is my next-door
neighbor when I lived in Murray.
Nothing exemplifies the
huge machine that Facebook is more than these birthday notifications.
Nothing is going to deter them from throwing up whatever information
is written on their memory banks. I doubt that is by design that
notifications spring up long after the individual is deceased. It's
just that some of is too lazy to go in and clean up the residuals.
Who knows, maybe that's exactly what Facebook wants to keep this
record active for as long as the system exists. I must admit that
after the initial shock of seeing my friends name come up and then
the flash of anger at having lost a person dear to me and then
thinking to yourself/myself why not? Treat the individual or
notification as if they still existed on this plane of reality. Now
Albert is not the only one this happens with. There's also my good
old buddy Clarence McIntire M.D. Who also, I dearly miss. That's the
only two I can think of right off. Maybe there are others and maybe
there next of kin have actually gone in and remove them from the
Facebook “family”. Seriously, Facebook is a relatively new
phenomenon and what few people I know who are dead croaked long
before Facebook existed.
I don't know what it was
that clicked between Albert and me. We were fairly different in a lot
of ways. Albert didn't really understand my way of thinking. Albert
was logical and concise and very practical. Albert was exact he knew
where everything was that he owned. He could never understand the
fact that I did not really know what the budgets of my life were, how
much I spent on this or how much I spent on that. I didn't do the
books in the family. You is from a time when the had the family
controlled everything. Many times he just looked at me and shook his
head. That was okay he tolerated me and like a puppy fed once I
returned over and over again to his porch to visit.
If Albert were still alive
today Albert would be 90 something. I wonder if it's still be able to
come out of his house as he always did and sit on the porch steps and
visit with me. It would be different now even if he were alive and
can do that since I don't longer lived next door. I really have not
been back to my neighborhood sense I left the house couple years ago.
I would however return today to my old neighborhood and Murray and
sit in my power chair opposite Albert city on his porch and visit for
as long as he could stand it. I miss you Albert happy birthday
wherever you are and I hope your time is enjoyable.
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