I heard this story second hand. A friend of a friend was using Facebook when someone tagged them in a photo. They weren’t in this photo, but their parents were. Their parents had died while they were a teenager. They didn’t really ever get to know their parents, but this photo showed them when they had been young, when their love had been new.

A few weeks after I heard that story, someone posted a photo of Doc and me. Some of my extended family only communicate, only know each other, through facebook. Facebook has given me a family.

Every time they do something I don’t like, every time I think about it too much, I think I should quit. Whenever I think about saying good bye to it, I remember this story, and my own experiences, and then I stop going through the process of removing myself from Facebook.