Off The Rails

Social media is a funny thing. Mostly, I use it to look for a send silly cat and dog pictures to my friends. It allows me to stay in touch with people I otherwise would not hear from. Sometimes, however, social media gets a bit nosy and a bit creepy. Follow along.

I wrote extensively about Ravi in the last two years of his life. #TeamRavi gained momentum and followers. Our friends were our link to the outside world, cheering us on while we were confined to one hospital room after another. During this time, social media decided to that I needed to see lots of entries on cancer. This was the good, the bad, the ugly, and the flat out absurd. I met some extraordinary people, and I got a lot of spam. I never did find any good information on osteosarcoma, but I did get ads for lots of clinics in Mexico that did not take insurance but claimed that they could cure cancer with sound waves directed into the bone and a diet of coconut. For obvious reasons, I hit delete and kept on moving. After about a year of this, social media decided that my kid’s time must be up and started sending me articles on hospice care. At that time, this was the farthest thing from our minds. Once again, I hit delete and kept on scrolling. After Ravi passed, I was besieged with articles and links on grief and child loss. Some of this was useful, most of it was maudlin and not worth my time.

Last night, things got truly weird and went off the rails. Not one, but two links popped up under grief, but this was no ordinary grief post. This was a “cutting edge seminar” on grief counseling that would let a mourner get in touch with their loved one’s ghost! To quote a dear friend of mine, “I shit you not”. First of all, the idea of ghosts has been around forever. Since when do they need cutting edge technology to communicate with the living world? Why do I need cutting edge technology to talk to a ghost? Can’t I just say “Hi” and they say “Boo!” and we are done? My priest, Joy, says ghosts are bad theology. Maybe so, but I have seen enough weird things in my life not to truly discount the existence of ghosts, or something other worldly. Anyway, I let out a snort, hit delete, and kept on scrolling, as one does.

So, there you go. Social media is weird. It tries to be predictive, and often greatly misses the mark. Yes, eventually we did need help with hospice, loss, and grief, but we did not need social media leading the charge. I don’t need a seminar on grief and ghosts to talk to Ravi. I talk to Ravi all the time and I firmly believe that he hears me. I see him in the sunrise, in monarch butterflies, and in cardinals. In ways, he is tangibly present to me. This does not mean that I don’t grieve him deeply, but I know that his spirit is alive, happy, and free of pain in a plane of existence which I cannot even fathom.

I will wrap this up by saying that social media is not the real world, or even a shadow of the real world. It is just a mishmash of pictures and words. No one’s real life is what they portray on the internet. It is “just sound and fury signifying nothing.” We can “strut and fret” all we like, but in the end, it is the work that we do in the real world, the outside, tangible world, that makes a difference. So, this is my plea to you. Log off and go outside. Touch the grass. Take a walk. Look for cardinals and monarch butterflies. Breathe deeply. Be good humans and we will be in touch. Peace, Harriet, Ravi’s mom.