For those who don’t know (how could that be?), Timehop is an app that shows you social media content from years past. As a frequent Facebook user, I thoroughly enjoy seeing old content pop up to remind me of what I was saying, posting, or doing on any given date through the years. As a mom, though, Timehop takes on a whole different meaning. And, as someone who has lost a loved one, something even more.

As a mom, Timehop serves as a virtual family album. When I see my almost 4 year old pop up on my Facebook being fed baby food by her big brother or in one of my all time favorite baby outfits of hers, it makes me pause and brings me so much joy. Or, when I see my 6 year old pop up sitting in his high chair eating mushed bananas for the first time, I stop, if only momentarily, to reflect on how fast it all truly does go by. Someone once told me that the days may seem long, but the years fly by, and I couldn’t agree more.

But, Timehop takes on a whole different meaning when you’ve lost someone you love. Even before Timehop, experiencing someone’s death via Facebook was odd because that person was forever memorialized via their profile. But now, via Timehop, you needn’t visit a lost loved one’s Facebook page to seek comfort or remember because your loved one comes to you via old posts and shared memories.

I lost a dear friend nearly three years ago. A handful of times a month her old posts or memories we shared together pop up on my Timehop. There are days when they appear and bring me so much joy–a crazy joke she shared or a picture of a time we spent together. Then, there are times when I click to see the memory we shared together and its a simple post from her telling me how much she loves me and misses me and that we should schedule some time soon to get together. These posts bring me to my knees and the tears start flowing uncontrollably because there is nothing I would love more than to spend just one more minute with her.

I don’t have much else to say, only that life is forever changing, as are the people and things that make up that life. I don’t know if or in what fashion Facebook will be around when my children are adults, but I can’t help but wonder what, if any meaning my page will have for them.