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"OH WATERS, TEEM WITH MEDICINE TO KEEP MY BODY SAFE FROM HARM, SO THAT I MAY LONG SEE THE SUN." - Rig Veda
This weekend, I noticed my dead grandfather’sFacebook profile is still up. He was suggested as a friend,an offer I never took up even while he was alivebecause I can’t imagine something more awkwardthan being Facebook friends with your grandpa.
He died last year and, according to his pagewith its blue default silhouette profile image,he graduated in 1942 from DeVilbiss High School.His occupation is “retired,” and he was born in Toledo.That’s what’s left of my grandfather on Facebook.
I thought, someone should take it down.And by someone, I mean anyone who is not me.He was a complicated man, or technically,an impressively high-functioning alcoholic, buteither way, a ghost shouldn’t have a Facebook page.
Typing that—or reading it now—makes me feel haunted.An old man with a bald head, sweater and glassesmenacing over my shoulder grouchy and boiling.Grouchy because he’s tied to this earthly realmby a stupid Facebook page he made on a whim.
And now here, look at me, I wrote a poem about it.
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