September 19, 2021 – mel·an·chol·y /ˈmelənˌkälē/
noun: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
I woke up this morning and, as per my usual routine, checked my phone for emails.
I don’t get that many emails. I had received an email from Amazon Prime saying that my subscription was up for renewal and my account information needed to be updated. Another email was a note that my niece had posted on her Insta account. The Amazon email was a scam. My niece’s post was a picture that was captioned how much she enjoyed being back in Canada for a visit.
I thought about my mom and how she receives all sorts of emails and is so prone to click on the links. She already had her credit cards scammed when she thought she was buying a new iPad for $1.00. I am always telling her “Don’t click on anything unless you know the sender.” or “If it seems like a deal that’s too good to be true – it’s a scam.” She is always asking me if I have a minute and then she asks me to come to her computer and look at an email to help determine if it’s legit. I always wonder what would happen to her if she was on her own. How many times would she be scammed?
Mom wasn’t feeling well yesterday. She would sit at her computer for a bit and then announce that she was going to lie down. I couldn’t do much for her – other than ensure she was getting fluids. I listened throughout the night to make sure she was breathing. I also peeked in a few times to see that she was okay.
I took a journey down melancholy road. What’s going to happen to me when I get that old? I don’t have any kids to ask, “Is this a legit email?” and I won’t have anybody to warn me of the latest scams. I won’t have anybody listening in the night to make sure I’m breathing or checking on me to make sure I haven’t fallen on my way to the washroom. I have nobody.
Diary of a DOW 