Dear (fill in your name),
I went to my e-mail today and there I found a message saying you want to be my friend on Facebook. I was surprised to see your name. It’s been some years since we’ve had any contact. But seeing your name brought back many happy memories. Remember the time we …..Well, this is an open letter so I won’t go into details.
I will probably “approve” your request to be my friend on Facebook, but it may take weeks or months. Then again, I may not get around to it at all. And if, and when, I do I still won’t see your posts about what you had for breakfast or what time you’re going to bed because, frankly, I don’t care. I may be heading into my 7th decade but I’m still very busy and active with a full life of my own and a short memory when it comes to breakfast. I’m not sure what was on my menu today and I just don’t have the time or interest to read about yours. And what time you go to bed is really none of my business.
Let’s be honest. If you were to actually call me would you tell me what you had for breakfast? Of course not, because the very thought of doing so bores you, too. No, if you were to actually call me we’d talk about what’s been going on in our lives over the past years, how the family is, where you live now, what your current passion is, and when can we actually get together and see each other’s aging faces.
Back BF (before Facebook) I decided to look for a long lost friend and so I Googled her and after some time and effort I was able to track her down. I picked up a pen, a piece of paper, and a stamp (so very last century, I know) and wrote a letter to this friend. I never received any response to my letter. It’s possible my letter never reached my friend but I assume it did because it never came back to me.
Sometime after mailing that letter I set up (rather my daughter set up for me) a Facebook page. Almost a year after writing my letter, on my birthday, I received the most personal and heartfelt of messages. The friend who never responded, nor referred to, my handwritten letter had managed to expend the energy and take the time to actually type “happy birthday” and hit the send button on a Facebook happy birthday message.
You may be saying, ” Maybe your friend had suffered a stroke and just typing those few keys was an act of extraordinary effort and love.” But it wasn’t. On a couple of my rare forays into Facebook I’ve seen posts by this friend which contain such important information as, “I’m having a quiet evening at home with my husband.”
And I want to scream, “No, you’re not! You’re on Facebook!” At a recent family birthday gathering 3 of the relations were on their i-phones much of the time and at least one of them was posting about being at the birthday gathering. For crying out loud! Forget Facebook and forget telling the world that you’re on Facebook. Just be at the event or be with your husband.
Please forgive my ranting. Let’s get back to you. I do remember you. And there is no question that you are my friend. You don’t have to go to Facebook and “ask” to be my friend! You are my friend. “Approving” you on Facebook doesn’t make you so. What makes a friend is someone who thinks of you, prays for you, laughs and cries with you, and at least on occasion, has actual, direct contact with you.
So dear friend, be my friend and let’s do lunch, or exchange e-mail or even, just for old time’s sake, write a letter. Make it real and make it personal.
With love,
Your friend