Robin, you are still alive
I have been trying to clean up my emails for the past year. I am down to 600 or so in my personal account that are unread. I have four email accounts that I actively use to varying degrees. Every once in a while, I do a search with specific terms and oddly enough the very first email I received from my mentor appears.
I will do a search for the word “robin” and his email -that very first email comes up. I have no idea why. His name is Denis and at no point do I mention robin, batman or robin in the email. It is the most bizarre occurrence. Why does he keep coming up? He has been dead now for close to six years and this past year that email has been coming up a lot. It is as if he were trying to tell me something. The email is his typical nutty professor tenor. He was a very smart man but occasionally he was forgetful or just quirky. Perhaps because I left my old job and have gone out on my own he is watching over me the way he did when I was at my last place-which was the place he hired me to reshape. I have always tried to honor his legacy and thus the appearance of his emails keep me on that legacy point.
This is all good and well. However, his email got me thinking of where do all the old emails, website go? They just disappear one day? Where will our tweets go one day? They just go off to the cyber graveyard? Facebook has now allowed people to designate a fellow Facebook friend to be the one that takes over your page should you move on from this world. This all just seems spooky and sad. All our left over electronic vestiges just go poof! I imagine that in about 4 years our tweets will all just go away to never be looked at again, unless some social science researcher gets their hand on them and publishes for the next two decades on random, tweet minutia.
For now, I will keep that “Robin” email. Why? In a way it is the same reason why I keep old letters in a shoebox. We used to write letters, we used to communicate with sentences. His email to me is before everything changed in how we communicate. His email to me was a beginning. He is now gone but I still have that moment when we first met and charted a future coarse.
Yes, Robin you are still alive until the cyber world turns into a graveyard.
Categories: Culture, death, Psychology, social media, workplace, writing
Everything that is born, has to die one day either in this out virtual world. This can be spooky and dad. But it is the law of the nature
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Interesting occurrence with the “robin” email…I too often think where do the tweets and old emails go…graveyard yes but I think never lost just like a grave – someone can and will find it…
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I like that it is like a graveyard but never lost. I need to think about that further.
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“Reliant Robin was a small three-wheel car manufactured by Reliant Motor Company in Tamworth, England.” Maybe you’re the third wheel in this haunting. I often wonder how the computer comes up with “related” links at the bottom of my blog posts: sometimes they make sense and sometimes they seem random. But I think a ghost in the computer is more interesting than physically lost e-mails.
“Maybe he’s trying to tell me something.” You sure dodged that question fast and on to another theme.
“Perhaps because I left my old job and have gone out on my own he is watching over me the way he did when I was at my last place-which was the place he hired me to reshape. “
If the essay is not meant to be totally humor, then do you believe in an afterlife and communication with those who have passed?
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I like your take on me being the third wheel in the haunting. I am not too sure where I stand on the afterlife and communication. Although, I would love to be able to speak with my mom.
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Nominated you for a Lovely Blog award!!! 🙂 https://wackyworldofriverhayden.wordpress.com/2015/07/27/lovely-blog-award-accepted-3/
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ah, thank you so much. so nice of you to nominate me
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When I saw this post title, I thought you were going to mention Robin Williams. That loss from this world still saddens me.
As far as old electronic correspondence, I’d almost be willing to bet that sometime in the possibly not too distant future, someone somewhere will be able to make a financial killing off of digging up these old graves.
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