IT IS that time of the year again when we remember our beloved dead. At this exact moment, a realization strikes me: my Facebook friends who have crossed over into the Great Beyond still remain on my Friends List.
It is incredibly easy to bid them a final goodbye. With just the click of a button next to their name, they are gone. Yet, that is something I have never done. Nor have I ever skidded through my list to deliberately start deleting people—whether they are inactive users, those pesky individuals who love to share troll-inspired misinformation and fake news, or those I haven't seen in so long that I have forgotten why I accepted their friend requests in the first place. Perhaps I am simply too busy to bother, rarely spending enough time on Facebook to justify overhauling my account to root out obsolete connections. Or perhaps, I feel deeply ill at ease with the word "unfriend," especially in the case of my wife, who passed away in 2011. I like to think I honor her by remembering the good times we shared, and by treasuring what she left behind for me and our family
