I thought Wednesday was bad...
Today my Gram (Mom's Mom) died. And, one might think that was the worst thing to happen in a day. One would be wrong.
<---- (Jensen to mellow me out a little.)
My father (who is divorced from my mother) had been "keeping people updated" and asking for continued prayer using the wonders of the internet. My dad LOVES Facebook. (One can understand how much fun that is for his 20-year-old daughter.) Well, my father put up the proverbial "final update" shortly after he was notified.
Let's take a moment here and reflect on any possible implications of this. [ ... ... ... ] Moment done. Did you think of ways in which this could go horribly awry? Good. Keep that in mind.
My aunt had told one of her three children. The other two she was waiting to tell later in the day, because her daughter was at work and her son and his wife are expecting a baby any day now. Her daughter took a break at work and opened her Facebook. I think you know where I'm going with this. It was bad. I mean, BAD.
There is such a thing as Facebook-appropriate. This was not it. No one should have to see that a loved one died via Facebook. Aside from the fact that it wasn't really his news to post, it was so soon. Too soon. With something like this, you have to give it time to settle before you post things for all the world to see. (This is my blog and no one reads it anyways and I can say whatever the hell I want.)
This is the thing about my father, he always has the best of intentions. A good portion of the time, though, he doesn't think about all the possible consequences and thing don't end up going well. It happens a lot.
I was nominated to call my dad and ask him to take his post down. When he got on the phone, I didn't so much "ask" him. Once he was on the phone it was mostly a lot of, "Take it down. Take it down, now!" Towards the end of the call, I know I got just a tad irrationally hysterical. And, I'm sure that I hurt his feelings. I'm sorry for that, but...the whole situation was so bad.
Oh, family...Why do you have to be so neurotic and emotionally dysfunctional? Why must you be so full of constant drama?*
*These are questions of the more rhetorical, almost existential, variety.
<---- (Jensen to mellow me out a little.)
My father (who is divorced from my mother) had been "keeping people updated" and asking for continued prayer using the wonders of the internet. My dad LOVES Facebook. (One can understand how much fun that is for his 20-year-old daughter.) Well, my father put up the proverbial "final update" shortly after he was notified.
Let's take a moment here and reflect on any possible implications of this. [ ... ... ... ] Moment done. Did you think of ways in which this could go horribly awry? Good. Keep that in mind.
My aunt had told one of her three children. The other two she was waiting to tell later in the day, because her daughter was at work and her son and his wife are expecting a baby any day now. Her daughter took a break at work and opened her Facebook. I think you know where I'm going with this. It was bad. I mean, BAD.
There is such a thing as Facebook-appropriate. This was not it. No one should have to see that a loved one died via Facebook. Aside from the fact that it wasn't really his news to post, it was so soon. Too soon. With something like this, you have to give it time to settle before you post things for all the world to see. (This is my blog and no one reads it anyways and I can say whatever the hell I want.)
This is the thing about my father, he always has the best of intentions. A good portion of the time, though, he doesn't think about all the possible consequences and thing don't end up going well. It happens a lot.
I was nominated to call my dad and ask him to take his post down. When he got on the phone, I didn't so much "ask" him. Once he was on the phone it was mostly a lot of, "Take it down. Take it down, now!" Towards the end of the call, I know I got just a tad irrationally hysterical. And, I'm sure that I hurt his feelings. I'm sorry for that, but...the whole situation was so bad.
Oh, family...Why do you have to be so neurotic and emotionally dysfunctional? Why must you be so full of constant drama?*
*These are questions of the more rhetorical, almost existential, variety.