Yesterday morning I woke up to discover the death of a Facebook friend.
We’ve been watching her die slowly on Facebook for the past several weeks.
She actually friended me about a month ago. She was the daughter of my children’s babysitter when they were mere babes. For a very short stint, we once worked together.
About five or ten years ago we had a significant encounter, one of those encounters of which I’ve lost all the particulars. I know I had a dream about her. We ran into one another outside the sauna of a local motel. I shared the dream with her–not one detail can be recalled all these years later–and we bonded deeply for maybe twenty minutes.
Maybe I also shared the dream I had of her mother, our babysitter, before she died. I dreamed of a Native American blanket wrapped around her basement. A few weeks later she was unexpectedly dead.
I don’t recall what we talked about outside the sauna, but we talked, and we hugged and laughed and maybe cried, and then five years pass in the blink of an eyelash and she friended me on Facebook.