I first logged in at Daily Kos
in June of 2006.
Less than two years later,
in March of 2008,
my first wife, Pam, died.
My most recommended diary is,
“My Wife of Thirty Years Has Died.”
My only grief support group,
in those first brutal, depressing years,
was The Grieving Room,
here at Daily Kos.
Lauren,
the wife of PapaChach,
died a few months before my Pam.
This made The Grieving Room
more effective as a grief support group,
for PapaChach and I,
since we were both new widowers.
Later on,
just after the Deepwater Horizon oil rig explosion,
I found strange comfort,
watching the oil flow freely into the waters
of the Gulf of Mexico,
in an eerie vigil,
with many thoughtful Kossacks,
the Gulf Watchers.
I tried my hand at poetry there,
and found I have a talent for that,
based on the reaction from others.
That is when I started writing everything in short lines,
as I am here in this diary.
That way,
any part of this can be seen as free verse poetry,
or simply prose,
in short,
pause indicating lines.
I later joined the Itzl Alert Network.
An older man who was a regular there,
suddenly lost his wife.
Us regulars there provided a daily check in for him,
and,
since I am an old widower like him,
I may have been able to help him.
He once wrote that he felt like a guest in the world,
a guest who had worn out his welcome.
But he found a new woman,
to rescue him from feeling lonely.
After he found her,
and he no longer felt like a guest in the world,
he revealed that during that lonely time,
he would pull a gun out of a drawer,
each morning,
and put it back.
So,
as long as kos lets me use his servers
to pour out my heart,
as I’m doing in this diary,
and express how I feel about just about anything,
within his boundaries,
I fully intend to console others here,
write quilt comments for the quilt ladies’ community quilts,
click on the pictures of kitty cats,
and feel connected with the wider world,
outside my family.
No matter what anyone says about Bernie or Hillary.
Besides,
I agree with almost every thing kos has ever written here,
with one notable exception:
I don’t feel that anyone should call anyone a dick.
Thanks for reading.