It's funny how on Facebook you reconnect with people that you haven't seen in years yet you pick up as if it were yesterday. You remember things, they remember things. You laugh about how naive you were, you laugh at the clothes you wore and you wonder how you ever made it out as a productive member of society.
But there is also a time on Facebook, when you celebrate together, you mourn together and you pray together.
Today is a mourning day. One of my Facebook friends is a fellow Danvillian who is now an Alabamian. We knew each other growing up through our parents and church and now we reminisce about Bubba's and Short Sugar's together.
But today she posted on her wall that 23 years ago today, her dad passed away. She was 10. I was 8 but I remember it vividly. I remember he was sick and I remember that all of a sudden he was gone and they didn't have a daddy anymore.
I can't even begin to imagine. And what do you say to that? "Yeah, I'm sure you miss him." So inadequate and so wrong. And I was there. I remember the sadness of the community and how in the years to come we all wished he could be there.
But I wrote to her and told her that I couldn't believe it had been that long and that I knew how proud her dad was of his two beautiful daughters. Because he WAS there. All along.
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