Took me 8 months ...

Well, it took me 8 months to actually manage and log into my father's Facebook account. I managed to do it. I logged in. I saw so many notifications, messages and friend requests that I ignored. And moved directly to the settings so I can deactivate the account.

How stupid does it sound? How childish? Don't laugh at me, I really had a hard time doing it. My sister was also pushing me to do it. And I finally did it. So, this October, the first day of the month, when my dad's birthday would pop up as a notification to my Facebook account, there will be no notification. And no wishes. With or without notifications, I will remember the birthday anyway, as I will unfortunately remember the death day. :) 

People are people. Come and go. And create Facebook accounts in the meantime, so that they can torture their children when they die. Parenthood! 

Bla bla blah! 

Marilena (me) is feeling a bit weird today! Do not pay much attention! :P