Thinking of you

Wednesday night I sat on the couch thinking about Uncle Jackie and the three of you. I know exactly what it's like to lose a dad. I don't know what it's like to lose a husband, but mine is my world, and I can imagine. All the words of how this feels are terrible. 

I had thought of the four of you a few weeks ago when one a series of posts from 11 years ago appeared in my Facebook memories. I had been bored and decided to harass a scammer, Mrike, who emailed me offering me millions of dollars. The posts were ridiculous, including requests for old Canadian dollar bills, nude and feet pics. One of you read the posts to Uncle Jackie, because Aunt Linda posted that Uncle Jack "is worried for you for fear that big pr#%k shows up at your door only wearing shoes!!!"

While I was sitting on the couch, I recieved a Facebook message from a friend. When I opened it, it was a group chat with my friend and my friend again. Two identical Susans. Remembering Mrike and that it made you laugh, I decided to play along for a little comic relief. Grief is exhausting. 

(Warning, there is some completely inappropriate language at the end.)

(It's pretty dumb, too.)

If you've managed to weather through to here, my real friend Susan was added to the chat by a clone of her Facebook messenger account (same name, same profile pic). Susan was unaware of the scam until friends started to comment on her Facebook page telling her they were getting weird messages. Real Susan said a bunch of friends responded to Fake Susan, but I was the only one Fake Susan kicked out of a group chat.

Hope you're holding up as well as can be. I will see you on Tuesday. 

Love Peggy