It hasn't been all that long since I took the plunge and gave Facebook a whirl. So many of my blog friends from over the years have moved to Facebook and I missed them. Knowing little about the FB game, I've done my best to figure things out and "friend" people I know and bloggers from past and present, but I'm definitely not great at it.
It's been 3 1/2 months and until very recently I simply did not get what all the fuss was about. To me, Facebook appeared to be endless postings about things that were of little interest to me. I gravitate towards more meaningful posts about people's well-being, new babies, joys and successes. I'm not interested so much in (most) jokes, the price of gasoline or the mean stuff that creeps in from time to time.
In short, I simply didn't "get" Facebook or why folks spend so much time on it. And then the four reasons why I won't delete my Facebook page grabbed me by the hand within days of each other and held on tight...
Sam, my husband's business partner of 39 years passed away. We adored him.
Rorry and Fiona, the beloved Scottie pups of my blog bestie, Holly Dietor from Your Mother Knows But Won't Tell You, crossed over the rainbow bridge to doggie heaven.
And, Patrick-- A big, happy, handsome relative passed away in his sleep of a massive heart attack.
They're why I'm hooked on Facebook.
The world-- literally the Facebook world-- took meaningful and thoughtful time to wrap their arms around Sam, Rorry, Fiona and Patrick, and their families, in a way I have never experienced before.
Facebook posts-- hundreds of them-- poured in with such love, compassion, support, and gratitude for these four amazing souls that there are no words to adequately express the heartfelt love that jumped though the computer screens to all involved.
And not just a bunch of thumbs up "likes". There were posts that Facebookers wrote with long and loving comments. Posts that included tributes more beautiful than any I've read before. Posts that included photos of and for Sam, Rorry, Fiona and Patrick that embraced their families and helped loved ones through very difficult times.
Sam's posts included comments about his favorite movies and how he looked like a cross between Paul Newman and Kirk Douglass with sky blue eyes. His grace and class were mentioned often and the words "A true gentleman." were repeated over and over.
Posts for Rorry and Fiona had countless beautiful photos of purple thistles, the national flower of Scotland, to help comfort Holly and her husband as they coped with the passing of their lovely Scotties who battled health issues.
And Patrick-- More than 500 photos with people toasting Patrick with Budweiser long-neck beer bottles-- Odd sounding perhaps, but Patrick was the guy with a big pick-up truck who not only loaned his truck to people moving, but he also actually helped people move-- Only thanks he ever asked for was an ice cold Budweiser at the end of the day.
My four reasons for not deactivating or deleting my Facebook page are these four souls with hearts of gold and all the people who love them. I may not post often on Facebook but I'll keep my page active so I can look in on my friends and cherish the meaningful interaction that truly exists in cyberspace.
As for my Twitter account? Probably not. Too much chatter, clutter and endless pictures of sunsets taken through car windshields for me.
Instagram, maybe-- I've found some photographers, artists, performers and quilters who take amazing photos.
But Facebook-- You've won my heart. I'm sticking with you!
Of course, FB, Twitter and IG are three reasons why I haven't blogged much lately-- In addition to too many funerals already in 2015. But, I'm heading to Ohio next week, despite the horrendously cold weather, for some quality family time and to recharge my battery. I hope to return ready to roll again with happier times ahead.
Until then, stay warm and maybe I'll see you elsewhere in cyberspace!
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