Where had the year gone? There was no Rip Van Winkle beard across my chin, so I had clearly been
active. But what had I done? Why couldn’t I remember?
As with everything in the new millennium, the answer is social media.
Logging into my computer, I began to look scroll through my profile to see what had become of my
missing year. Oddly enough, there were no Christmas pictures, which meant that I wasn’t conscious
or something really bad happened around then. Once I reached the month of November, everything
became clear when I saw a mountain of condolence posts about my missing beloved. Missing?
Not dead? What was this?