Six months ago, I lost my father in a horrible accident: I lost him to Twitter. I never even got to say goodbye.
We knew we might lose him two years earlier, when a doctor explained that he could text to avoid speaking on the phone.
Still, as much as you prepare, it’s never easy losing a parent.
When the symptoms came, they started small. Little things, like welcoming me home at the airport with the heart-swelling message: “Left your car in parking deck.” (True.)
Before that, there was the email that my dog died. (Also true.) That last one may seem insensitive, but to be fair, the subject line was a sad face.
These next few months are going to be particularly difficult. Fall was always his favorite season. Maybe, when the leaves start to turn, I’ll visit his Facebook page and remember the good times. I might leave him little notes, telling him how I’m doing. It may seem silly to you, but I know in my heart he’d be somewhere reading them.
He’s not the only victim. Technology’s advanced so far that scientists now believe a cure for family may not be as far off as we once feared.
Today, it seems like everyone’s got it.
Who could forget N.Y. Rep. Anthony Weiner resigning after tweeting photos of his junk? Maybe I’m old fashioned, but when I was young, if a man flashed his penis to a woman, he had the common courtesy to do it in person. There’s no human connection anymore.
