It’s funny because when she was alive, I could never remember if her birthday was on the 23rd or 24th. There were many years that she got her birthday wishes and gifts a day early. But now due to the miracle that is Facebook, or more specifically – the FB page that doesn’t die when you do, I got a reminder this morning- “today is Roni’s birthday.” Um, no.
Now call me strange, but I don’t love that her page is still active all these years later. I know many people within the circle of family and friends do and post there often. Me? No thanks. I wish that the dead find solace in the quiet long slumber, not as a recipient of many memorial posts long after they have done their final log out.
Out of curiosity I popped onto her page today, and it’s the usual folks who appreciate engaging with her memory this way. Whatever floats your boat, truly. But you know at least one guy on there is so conditioned to the FB Happy Birthday post, he probably doesn’t know she has been dead for 3+ years; his Pavlovian response is just so ingrained, he just had to do it because FB told him to.
Now this could all go away so easily, I know. Unfriend. Unfollow. But I feel like it’s an extra bit morbid and just plain weird to unfriend your dearly departed mother. I think there could be a next-level kind of haunting or revenge that would come my way if I tried.
So until next year, Happy Birthday Mom.