My wife and I went to a funeral Saturday;
one of her cousins died.
My oldest sister is dying of cancer in Houston,
far away from us here in Wichita, Kansas.
I see her on Facebook;
she looks like a smiling skeleton.
Last Wednesday was the seventh anniversary
of the death
of my first wife Pam.
More below the divider doodle.
A special welcome
to anyone new to The Grieving Room.
We meet every Monday evening.
Whether your loss is recent,
or many years ago;
whether you've lost a person,
or a pet;
or even if the person you're "mourning" is still alive,
("pre-grief" can be a very lonely and confusing time),
you can come to this diary
and say
whatever you need to say.
Unlike a private journal,
here,
you know:
your words are read by people who share your values
and have been through their own hell.
There's no need to pretty it up
or tone it down.
It just is.
.....and then eat pie.
Here is the link to all the previous The Grieving Room diaries:
http://www.dailykos.com/...
This is mostly a place holder diary.
I have no grand inspiration,
nothing that jumps out at me,
and says,
write about this,
the gang at TGR will find it useful.
I hope this is okay.
It should be,
since The Grieving Room works very well,
when someone feeling a great deal of grief
posts a comment below the diary,
and others console that commentor.
You can do that here.
I wish you comfort tonight,
if you come here looking for it.
Thanks for reading.
I'm leaving these quotes in,
from the last time I posted here:
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Satchel Paige
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Here's my poem,
the only one I formally call a poem:
Life Poem
We do what we can
with what we've got.
Our life is only that.
We stand,
at the end of the day.
We see some respect from a few,
our friends.
We smile for a moment.
And then we're gone.
Thanks for reading.