A few weeks ago, I received an alert on my phone notifying me that my late husband had a new email—this one from Tinder, the dating app I’ve always linked to casual hookups. The message indicated that someone was attempting to log into an account associated with his email. Thankfully, it stated that no such account existed, and if I wasn’t the one trying to log in, I could disregard it.
Initially, I felt relieved—my husband had no Tinder account, especially since we were together long before it came into existence. But then, a pang of sadness hit me hard. My husband passed away nearly three years ago, and notifications like these only serve to reopen the wounds of my grief.
His digital presence, though, remains strangely intact. Just recently, someone—a likely hacker—gained access to his Instagram account. I promptly changed the password and sifted through the remnants of his last posts, all from five years ago, capturing memories of family game nights and moments of pure joy. Each image and caption allowed me to reminisce and navigate the waves of sorrow that the hacker’s intrusion had stirred.
There have been numerous other attempts by unknown individuals to breach his online accounts. I’ve been safeguarding his Steam account, which I only discovered after his death, and every few months I receive alerts about login attempts. I routinely change the password to keep it secure. His LinkedIn profile still receives job offers, despite being outdated long before his passing.
A few years back, I memorialized his Facebook page. The first birthday reminder I received shattered any semblance of progress I had made in coping with my loss. I didn’t need a reminder; my body would remember that date without fail. Still, I chose not to delete his account, as memorializing it was a challenge in itself.
Now, I occasionally check his email inbox and junk mail, a space I once considered private. After his death, it became necessary to access it because most of our household bills and vendor communications were linked to his email. While it took a significant amount of time to transition everything to my email, I still stumble upon accounts that continue to send information to him even years later.
My husband and I had discussed wills early in our marriage and purchased cemetery plots after our first child was born, but we never addressed the details of his digital legacy. This lack of foresight means I cling to his Instagram, despite the hacks, and protect his Steam account, which holds nothing of him except the avatar he selected. I read through all the job opportunities sent to him on LinkedIn, imagining the paths he could have taken if he were still here. Checking his email, once unimaginable, has become a crucial part of preserving what remains of him.
It would be easier to close all of his accounts. His LinkedIn and Steam profiles serve no purpose now, while his Instagram and Facebook pages evoke heartache. His email is mostly spam, punctuated by vendors who never updated their records. Yet, I can’t bring myself to delete those accounts; they are fragments of him, and I’ve lost so much that I hold on to every piece with all my strength.
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Summary:
After losing her husband, the author grapples with the haunting remnants of his digital life. While she finds solace in preserving his online accounts, the notifications and attempts to access them serve as reminders of her grief. Despite the challenges of maintaining these accounts, she holds on to them as precious fragments of her late husband’s memory.