It’s happening more frequently now.
I’ll open up Facebook, that hellscape of a website, just to see if there are any updates from people I used to know.
It’s almost never good.
If I’m lucky it’s a few photos of kids. At the start of the school year I get to see how much they’ve aged. This brings a smile to my face as I see their children starting to look more like the parents I knew. The resemblance as they enter young adulthood becomes uncanny.
But more often it’s condolences. Posts on walls of those no longer with us. Names from classes and yearbook years I thought I forgot.
It’s happening more frequently now. And it’s fucking with my head.
