Three weeks after the funeral, your phone tells you it's their birthday.
A month after that, a photo app surfaces a memory: the two of you at 23, sunburned, alive. LinkedIn suggests you congratulate them on a work anniversary. Spotify recommends the playlist they made you. The group chat still has their name in it, and nobody can bring themselves to be the one who starts a new chat without them.
Nobody warns you about this part. Grief used to ambush you with a song on the radio or a jacket in a closet. Now it's built into the software, on a schedule, optimized for engagement. Every app is a room you might run into them in.
You can't turn all of it off. You can know it's coming, know it's normal to get flattened by a notification, and know what your actual options are. That's what this piece is.
