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unwanted reminders

(dress & tights: Kohls, boots: Target, sweater: Old Navy, necklace: Lisa Leonard Designs)
In my early twenties, a girl I grew up with died in a car crash. And as with anyone who dies too soon, it was hard to understand and hard to forget. By this time in my life, I wasn’t really friends with her, but I had some close friends who were. So it felt too real and too close to home.
In sixth grade, her birthday party was the first boy/girl party I went to. It was monumentus at the time, but looking back, it was probably just a big let down. Boys stood on one end of the garage and ate all the snacks while girls stood on the other end of the garage pretending we wanted to dance while no one actually danced.
Sixth grade, what a crazy time.
And now years later, Facebook keeps suggesting I be friends with her. Now, after all these years of her being gone, Facebook thinks we should be connected.
Every time I see that suggestion, it makes me sad all over again.
She’s gone! I want to yell at the screen—stop suggesting her!
And then I worry about all the other people that are being reminded of her absence every day by a social media website. And I wish someone could just log in and cancel her account. Selfishly, because it would make me feel better. Not her parents who have to struggle daily without their daughter or her close friends who feel a tangible void in their lives. I want someone to deactivate her account so someone who knew her 15 years ago can be less uncomfortable. 
I wonder how often these great and wonderful things that we love to incorporate into our lives are actually backfiring. How many automatic responses, birthday reminders, and friend connections we have that aren’t real anymore, that bring about pain when they–through a little computer magic–come back into our lives. 
When we found out we were pregnant in December, I downloaded a baby countdown app on my phone. And then in January, when I had a miscarriage, I deleted the app. But somehow I must have inadvertently signed up for approximately one hundred different email reminders about this baby that no longer exists. Because at least once a week, I get an email about prenatal advice, how many weeks along I am, or what I should be buying for the baby growing in my belly.
Except there is no baby.
And no matter how many times I unsubscribe to an email, another one comes the next week in its place. When I’m least expecting it and, sometimes, not equipped to deal with it.
For the most part, the whole accidental pregnancy/miscarriage time feels like a foggy dream: not real, hard to remember, and some uncertainty about me being involved in it. I’m detached in a weird way.
Then a handy email reminder comes along and I’m smacked in the face with it again. Sometimes the memory just stays for a moment and other times the memory sticks all day. Sometimes it comes with joy and sometimes it comes with sadness.
But thanks to automatic emails, the memory always comes.
And it just makes me wonder how much of this life of being connected with technology, is actually beneficial. Because sometimes it just hurts. 
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Comments

  1. versatilestylebytracey.com says

    March 27, 2013 at 12:34 pm

    Wow, great point, there is something to be said for too much technology in our lives. It is hard enough to mourn that loss without the unwanted reminders..

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  2. Ashley Armstrong Krueger says

    March 27, 2013 at 3:48 pm

    I know exactly what you mean. Facebook will someday be like a virtual cemetery. If you are still in contact with the person’s close friends, someone can request for her Facebook page to be turned into a memorial page that can be managed by a friend or family member. That way the automatic facebook “people you may know” thing won’t send her face out creating awkward situations.

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  3. tricia says

    March 27, 2013 at 6:46 pm

    Oh, friend. Just a whole lot of hugs being sent “virtually” your way today. <3

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  4. A Matchy Matchy Midlife says

    March 27, 2013 at 8:42 pm

    Oh Mary. I am so sorry. I didn’t know. Prayers for strength coming your way my dear. Until then, change your email. xo.

    Alyssa

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  5. Jessica says

    March 28, 2013 at 2:17 am

    I still check her profiles on her birthdate and death date. Somehow it helps me still feel connected to her mother and makes me feel better that I haven’t forgotten her. Weird, but I still haven’t deleted her off my phone either… I’ll be praying for you.

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  6. beforeverlovely says

    March 28, 2013 at 3:05 am

    hugs friend. ♥

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  7. Lynne says

    March 28, 2013 at 3:39 am

    I got a reminder earlier this month that my sister’s friend’s birthday was that day. I knew Stacy, but she was much closer to my sister. Stacey passed away almost 2 years ago in a motorcycle accident. I know her sisters find comfort in keeping that page as is – so maybe this girl’s family is deriving some sort of comfort from it, who knows.
    The emails about the baby – Mary, I’m so sorry that you keep getting those. It’s like getting knocked down by a wave again when you think you are already on the shore. hugs.

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