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Here's what I'll remember about my good friend Mike
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Michael Avok (left) and Deseret News columnist Greg Kratz show off their best journalist attire during their college years at South Dakota State University circa 1990. I'm remembering Mike today, in the wake of his unexpected death. - photo by Greg Kratz
Do you remember that one friend from middle school? I do.

He was one of my first real friends. Soon he became my best friend. We hung out practically every day, and eventually sooner than either of us realized we could communicate without words. I knew what he was thinking, he knew what I was thinking, and a simple look between us could lead to a half-hour of laughing.

Middle school became high school, and our friendship continued. We spent hours cruising Broadway, talking mostly about girls. It never occurred to us until later that we should spend more time getting to know girls and asking them out and less time wasting gas while talking about them.

Our friendship grew more mature as we approached senior year. Conversations that in the past had always been frivolous occasionally became serious. We talked about the future, college, careers, family. But we were still kids, too, so we hauled out the plastic army men, played basketball for hours in the summer heat or showed old family slides on the screen of an abandoned drive-in theater.

By this time, years of shared history had allowed us to create a new language, a kind of verbal shorthand that only we could understand. I didn't think about it then, but this communication style would become so imprinted upon us that we would slip into it without hesitation decades later.

We decided to take a "senior trip," hitting the road and traveling to an amusement park in a big city hours from home. When my car broke down on the way there and on the way back, he was the one who kept us laughing and feeling positive. I had a great time, thanks to him.

We went to the same college, and we both chose to pursue the same degree, so we had many classes together.

College years are complicated, though, and that was the case for us. While we were still close, we also grew apart in some ways. We found new friends and interests. At times, we disappointed each other. Hurt each other, even, though not intentionally. The friendship, however, remained.

After graduation, we went our separate ways, pursuing careers and other dreams. We were sure we'd always stay in touch, and we did a pretty good job of that at first. But as time and life rolled on, we lost contact with each other. I sometimes mentioned my friend to my wife or other common acquaintances, wondering how he was doing. I Googled him now and then, looking for clues to his whereabouts. Of course I thought about him. But I didn't make the extra effort to find him.

And then, after years of no communication, he contacted me out of the blue. He had tracked me down, and he wanted to catch up.

What followed were phone conversations, emails and text messages, often at random times. It didn't matter how many weeks passed between moments of communication. That private language still allowed us to connect in ways that few others would understand.

Finally, last summer, we were going to be in roughly the same place at the same time, and our schedules allowed for a face-to-face meeting. It was great to see each other again and to introduce my children to the person about whom they had heard so many stories.

During a quiet conversation that followed, he told me he was suffering from some health problems, but he was confident that he'd get them under control. I was confident, too. He was always so fun, so hilarious, so full of life and positive energy. I knew this was just one more bump in what had been, for him, a sometimes rocky road. But he never stopped moving forward, and that would surely be the case again.

So, as I headed back a couple of weeks ago for another hometown visit, I planned to call him to set up another meeting. It would be tough to fit it into my schedule and his, but I was sure we could work something out.

And then, sitting in the same basement where he and I held many epic ping-pong battles, I got the call.

Those health problems were worse than I thought. And due to some complications following a surgery, the best friend of my youth had died at the age of 45.

Before going into surgery, he told his sister that he wanted me to write his obituary if the worst happened. And so I did. Because I happened to be in the area, I was also able to attend his memorial service. It was casual, and he would have liked it, but I couldn't help thinking it would have included a lot more laughter if he had been there.

Now he's gone, and I'm left with questions. Why didn't I make more of an effort to reach out to him during all of those years after college? Why didn't I take more time, even in the last few weeks, to thank him for decades of friendship? Why did he have to go now?

But I'm also left with what people said at his memorial service. His work ethic was legendary, whether the job was managing a shift at our college-town McDonald's or crawling out of bed to cover a car accident for any of the many newspapers privileged to have him as a reporter and editor. But he had told his wife recently that what he wanted to do with the rest of his life was spend more time with his family, do a little more fishing, play a bit more golf.

So maybe that's the answer to all of those questions. A person can be known for even defined by his occupation and his excellence at work. But what he'll really be remembered for is his interest in other people, his love of family, his smile and laughter, his friendship.

That's what I'll remember most about my friend Mike Avok.

And until we meet again, I'll try to be to others the kind of friend he was to me.
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How to avoid 'sharenting' and other paparazzi parenting habits
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A recent study revealed parents often spend up to two hours staging a single photo of his or her child to post online. - photo by Amy Iverson
Before having kids, some people just dont appreciate their friends baby posts. But after having a child of their own, three fourths of new parents jump right on the parental social media bandwagon. If you have become a member of this group, there are some rules to follow for posting responsibly.

Much of a parents worry is how to teach their children to use social media responsibly. We talk with our kids about privacy, oversharing, and setting restrictions on their devices to keep them safe. But parents themselves need to look in the digital mirror once in a while. Before having children, it doesnt take as much effort to think about what to post online. Its up to us to decide what we share about our own lives. But once you become a parent, there are many questions to think about regarding what is appropriate to post about your kids on social media.

In a recent survey, kids clothing subscription company Mac and Mia surveyed 2000 new parents to find out how they are documenting their kids lives on social media, and what concerns they may have.

First of all, people without children seem to feel a bit differently about the onslaught of baby pictures online than those who are parents. 18 percent of people say before they had kids, they were annoyed by their friends baby posts. But after having children of their own, 73 percent admit they post progress pictures of their little ones every single month.

Not only are new parents letting the world know each time their baby is a month older, but they are posting about their kids every few days or so. Men and women report they post 6-7 times per month about their baby.

And while 70 percent of new parents say the benefit of using social media is how easy it is to help family and friends feel involved, there are some downsides. Here are a few tips to avoid the pitfall of becoming paparazzi parents.

Dont miss the moment

In the Mac and Mia survey, some parents admitted to spending up to two hours to get the perfect shot of their baby. That seems a little extreme. New and old parents alike should be careful about spending so much time taking pictures and videos that they dont enjoy the moment. Years ago, I decided to never live an experience through my phone. A study by Linda Henkel, a psychology professor at Fairfield University in Connecticut, found that when people took pictures of objects in an art museum, they didnt remember the objects as well as if they simply observed them.

This photo-taking impairment effect can happen to parents as well. If we are so consumed by getting the perfect photo, we can miss out on the moment all together, and our memory of it will suffer.

Dont forget about privacy

60 percent of couples say they have discussed rules and boundaries for posting their babys photos, according to the Mac and Mia survey. Even so, men are 34 percent more likely to publish baby posts on public accounts. If parents are concerned about their childrens privacy, keeping photos off of public accounts is a given.

In the Washington Post, Stacey Steinberg, a legal skills professor at the University of Florida, and Bahareh Keith, a Portland pediatrician, wrote that sharing too much information about kids online puts them at risk. They write that all that sharenting can make it easier for data thieves to target out kids for identity theft. Check that your privacy settings are where they should be and never share identifying information like full names and birth dates.

Dont be paparazzi parents

36 percent of parents say they take issue when their childs photo is posted online by someone else. Responsible social media users will always ask permission before posting a photo of another child. But parents should also think about whether their own children will take issue with their own posted photos a few years down the road.

When parents are constantly snapping pictures and throwing them on social media, it can be easy to forget to pause and make sure the post is appropriate. I always use the billboard example with my kids. I ask them to picture whatever they are posting going up on a billboard in our neighborhood. If they are okay with that, then their post is probably fine. Parents should ask themselves this same question when posting about their children. But they should also ask themselves if their child would be OK with this post on a billboard in 15 years. If it would cause embarrassment or humiliation, it might be best to keep it private.

Once children reach an appropriate age, parents should include them in the process of deciding what pictures are OK to post. Researchers at the University of Michigan surveyed 10- to 17-year-olds and found children believe their parents should ask permission more than parents think they should. The kids in the survey said sharing happy family moments, or accomplishments in sports, school and hobbies is fine. But when the post is negative (like when a child is disciplined) or embarrassing (think naked baby pictures or messy hair), kids say to keep it off social media.
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