Last night one of my closest friends texted me a photo of her mom clutching her father’s withered body the mouth taking the famed “O” that often accompanies death.
“My mom is heartbroken,” she texted. “Funeral is Friday.”
The message left me breathless. My friend had captured one of the most sacred moments of life—the passing of a family member—on her iPhone and passed it on without second thought for grandfather or her mom.
“This is a holy moment meant only for those closest, those present.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe I should have texted back, “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Nothing more.
But one of the high costs of living in the age of oversharing and TMI (too much information) is: Continue Reading...