Damn You, Facebook

I used to love when Facebook would pop up my memories from years ago.  I marveled at how much the boys had grown, how much had happened in life since then and the different color variations my hair had seen over the years.    Then, they evolved to the “then and now” where they send you a message with a photo from years ago and an empty box for you to plug in a current photo.   You can then post it for all to see how much time has changed.

Well, imagine the pit in my stomach when Facebook sent me a “then and now” of Connor.  Ugh. 

The technology is smart enough to know how long I’ve looked at an ad so it serves me up more ads.  And the technology is smart enough to know which friends I like to keep up with the most so it serves me up those posts.  Then why is the technology not smart enough to recognize that I've joined "Grieving Moms" and "I Miss My Son" groups or recognize my “rest in peace” post and subsequent ones about his passing to NOT serve me up a “then and now”?

I will always wonder what the “now” would look like.  What kind of man would he be?  What kind of job would he have?  What kind of woman would he marry? How many kids would he have? All the “what and how” questions that will forever leave a gaping hole in my heart. 

If that’s not bad enough, they sent it in the weeks leading up to his one-year anniversary.  Double ugh. 

Come on, Facebook.  You can do better to not twist the dagger in a grieving mom’s heart. ∞