It’s been about 2 months since my stepmom died, and I know this because of my Snapchat streak. This won’t make sense until I tell you a story:
Once upon a time, there was a fifty-something who decided to challenge herself, broaden her horizons and learn how to use Snapchat, the cool app only younger people were using. This adventure was unusual for someone her age, and it got her written up in the Wall Street Journal.
This fifty-something drug her daughter along on the journey, and together, they learned what a hot streak on Snapchat was. They cherished their hot streak, because it meant they had snapped each other every day for that many days, and shared even more miles of life together.
This past summer was hard for the fifty-something and for her daughter, too. There were sad, dark times for them both. But still, they kept their Snapchat streak going. They encouraged each other every day.
And then (suddenly and in one awful week) it became apparent that the fifty-something’s angel-in-the-shape-of-her-mom was going to die. Still, they encouraged each other. And on the day the angel did die, it occurred to the fifty-something that she had not sent her daughter a snap that day, so she went sadly into the backyard of her parents’ home and sent it. And she didn’t think anymore about it until the next day when she opened her Snapchat app and the streak was gone.
Once she thought it through, the answer to the mystery became clear. Mobile service at her parents’s house is spotty at best, and the snap timed out and never actually sent. So, the Snapchat streak died on the day her angel did.
As the sun peeked over the horizon the next day, the fifty-something and her daughter decided to start a new Snapchat streak. They call it the hope rising streak.
They still encourage each other every day. And their new streak is still going strong.