One of the hardest aspects of blogging is learning to lose friends and let them go. We spend countless hours reading about people online through their open journals and unprotected blogs that we grow to know them.
At least we feel like we do.
Their daily updates and random photos become a running stream of real life that is routinely ingested. When that flow of media and entertainment stops we are left holding empty buckets and praying for water once more.
I have had many blog friends move on from this passion, this hobby that many of us take part in. Only they know what they are now doing. Their online friends, their online audience, and the people that regularly checked their posts in our readers are left wondering what the fuck happened. Where did our friends go? Are they ok? Did they die?
Everything has an expiration date. I truly believe that. This blog, your blog, Don’s blog… all blogs eventually come to an end. All fingers stop moving at some point. That is the harsh reality of blogging and the blogosphere.
Missing friends mark my reader by their lack of activity. By their lack of presence… where did they go? Does it make it worse that there was no sign? No indication of the parting that was to come, they simply parted and it was done. At least they left a piece of themselves. Writing on the wall next to the pictures of those that fall. Missing friends that we miss in the night, after we publish something just right. Will we meet again once upon a time? When dreams have died and so have the sighs. Shall I remember you once more as I gaze upon your leftover words that you poured? Missing friends, we miss you here. We miss you from this thing called the blogosphere.