Can someone you've never met, never spoken to on the phone, never sent a text to be a friend?
Can someone who fills 140 characters or less with words that you respond to with 140 characters or less be a friend?
Can someone who makes you laugh and smile in 140 characters or less be a friend?
Can someone who is there, always, in 140 characters or less be a friend?
Can someone who lives in your phone and you know them by a little photo and an @ name be a friend?
Twitter is a large part of my life rightly or wrongly as many of you will already know. I have my little support team living in my phone for when I can't get the words out about how I feel. Or when I can't actually talk because I will break down and I don't know what will come out. Or because I don't want my friends to worry about me because I want them to be ok.
Some don't understand twitter and why I'm on it or why I think that the people who follow me who I chat with care. I know that some think I'm deluded to think this and it should be a cause for concern.
Today I woke up and discovered that one of my wonderful twitter lot had unexpectedly died. Shock. Sadness. Grief. Tears. Why.
Yes. She might have only lived in my phone but loose plans had been made to meet. I wish I had got my act together and gone in October now.
Regret.
The things I am feeling are not for some faceless person who I knew through 140 characters or less. The things I am feeling are for a friend who I loved. As you do with your friends. She was wonderful. Taken too early. Ever asking why. Slight guilt. I am still here. But she did not die because of cancer so that makes it easier. Still hard. I will miss her.
Angel wings on the front of the newspaper magazine. They are everywhere.
XxX
