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She remembered when she had seen the notification. Gooseflesh raised on her arms and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. 

Dana had texted Denise: "Wtf is this?"

There was a screenshot attached that Kevin had liked a post of hers. It wouldn't have been out of the ordinary for him to do so, except he had been dead for a week and the post he liked was the memorial she had done. 

Dana read Denise's first response, clearly she hadn't noticed that the picture of the post was the memorial because her first answer was about timelines. But she also saw the three dots meaning Denise was doing her normal, respond, think, then clarify, way of texting. One of these days she might start thinking first but Dana wasn't going to hold her breath. 

Denise: I think his brother must be using his account. 

Then a few seconds later she sent a screenshot of Kevin liking her post as well. 

Denise: Yeah, that has to be it. 

She had been relieved for an explanation that made sense and even if it wasn't that at least they were both being haunted at the same time. 

A little while later Kevin's brother posted from Kevin's account. He wanted to reach out to all of his friends and let them know how much they were all appreciated. How much the family had taken comfort from seeing how many people had loved him. So that was it.

It had been a really hard time. None of them knew exactly how to process what happened. Where to put the loss. He had been young. He had been so very alive. For it to happen suddenly on one hand and also for it to have taken a few days before they all found out made it even more surreal. 

It was a sneaky grief too. Since they were all so far apart there wasn't a funeral or memorial service for them all to put closure on. There was no gravesite for them to pour out a beer on or leave some wrapping papers and an impossible to open plastic clamshell. Just random thoughts of "oh Kevin would like this" or pictures of kittens that looked like Murph. 

Moments where you would just have to sit down and wait for the wave to wash over you. 

It had been a hard stretch. But at least that one piece had a simple explanation. 

Kevin wasn't really on Facebook. He wasn't there anymore. It was his brother. 

Simple explanation. Even if Denise had to answer, think, clarify, to get there. 

Dana wasn't sure if the voicemails she had started to get would be as simple.