Times They Are a Changing: Death and the Tooth Fairy

When I first started this blog I wasn’t sure exactly how much to talk about the people in my life.  Up until now I have kept most things pretty generic and the people nameless.  If you are the 3.5 people who read my blog (I am being generous, I think) you may know who they are but because I didn’t specifically ask their permission or even let them know I was writing about them, at this point I chose not to name them.  I did name my sister-in-law, Joanne in this recent post but she’s um, deceased and no longer gets to speak for herself.   I mean no disrespect.   Joanne and I are good.  I digress.  What I’m trying to say is this blog really is a work in progress.  While I’m not naming names this particular post gets personal.  That’s a lot of “P”s.  Ready?  Here comes another one… I’m pissed at my sister.

Yep!  I found out yesterday by way of her Facebook status that my aunt had passed away.  Now I know my aunt had been sick, she had a form of stomach cancer.  We all knew it was only a matter of time though clearly I wasn’t prepared for yesterday’s announcement.  I’m not sure what bothered me more, her death and the suddenness of it or that the cyber world knew before I did and before I had a chance to tell my children.   I suppose it was both, I mean this is my aunt.  My younger cousin’s mom.  My dad’s sister.  We shared so many family holidays and celebrations together growing up and she joined us at the family BBQs and parties as my kids grew.   I felt cheated.  How did my sister know already?   I checked my email.  My father had left a message for everyone so he could go to the hospice to be with my aunt, his other sister and my cousin.  Aren’t there family spoiler alerts on Facebook?  I know my sister didn’t mean any harm.  She was posting away her life like we all do.  I wish she had chosen to wait.  My big girlie found out the same way and she was none too impressed, either.   Heavy sigh.

Then last evening I read an article about the Tooth Fairy and how someone,  somewhere did a study saying how all lies are bad lies. Children are confused and have a hard time processing the inconsistencies between their parents telling them lying is bad, don’t lie and the “hey, guess what I’ve been lying to you about imaginary childhood icons in the name of fun or to change your behaviour and that’s bad and wrong and will scar you and render me and other parents completely untrustworthy in their children’s eyes.”  Again, I digress.  I completely scoffed at it but it got me thinking about exposure and our current state of social media.  We are surrounded by the whole world.  It is literally at our finger tips and feels like things happen in our own backyard when they happen half way around the world.  Children will find out about the Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus earlier than we did as children simply because the information is there in ways we just didn’t  have 30, 40, 50 years ago.  Things are changing. Things have changed.

So while I showered away the rough day I had because I also chipped a tooth, dropped my bag in the mud, found out my aunt passed away via facebook and shattered a wine glass,  I thought we really have no control over these things the way we once did (or thought we did). Information is power and it’s already out there.  Whether you are ready for it or not.  So Sister, we’re good.

Auntie Barbara you were loved.  You will be missed.

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Posted on January 31, 2013, in family and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Sorry to hear about your Auntie Barbara. It’s never easy, even when you know it’s coming. *Big Hugs* Can you give me funeral details when you get them please? I would like to pay my respects.

  2. You’re right, its all out there, for us, for our kids, just google “is Santa Claus real”…..that’s all a kid has to do…and more than several unashamed spoilers spell it all out.
    Is finding out all of life’s questions from an electronic screen ideal? Nope, but I guess its our future. You don’t have to hide in the closet to peek through old anatomy textbooks to see what the opposite sex’s parts look like, or read “Are your there God…its me Margaret”…just google it. Boyfriends will dump girlfriends by text, and families will leak intimate sad details through social media. All we can do is learn, rise above and remember the good old days.
    Sorry bout your tooth, the bag and above all, your Aunt.

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