Dear Dan,
Sometimes I feel a little sad that you passed away before I became a therapist. I feel like you would have had a quippy joke about listening to your problems all the time as a way to affirm me.
I was creating content on Tiktok shortly after you passed away. It was right at the start of the pandemic when I thought Titkok was for dancing and I didn’t know how to use any of the features on the app. In many of my early videos, I recognize the grief in my eyes.
I find it odd and comforting sometimes thinking about the existence of your online presence, forever frozen in time in small pockets across the world wide web. I sometimes regret deleting my old social media accounts because it was one of the last places where we were connected. Now, it looks like a one-way connection, where I tag you in posts and you don’t follow me. I don’t think I’m following you either, but I know how to find you. I can’t get myself to follow you from my accounts now. There’s something internally that won’t allow me to get that close. So I stay in an orbit that overlaps with the people we knew.
K
