Back in high school my math teacher had us figure out how old we'd be at the turn of the century and the concept of being a half of a century old really freaked me out...It never occurred to me that I could die at any time. Being young we don't really think all that much of death...That happened to 'Old' people...You know, anyone over 30.We were stupid that way.
I spent the last part of that life discovering just how fragile life really is. And how quickly it passes.
In college I joined a Coven, a bold move because Witchcraft was considered 'Satanic' back then...And so was the Coven...I'll leave it at that for now (In one of my older blogs I did go into as much detail as I could. There are those out there know why and what happened...It wasn't pretty). I guess I'll start with that this coming week...It's as good a place as any. This short note is to give some friends the address of my blog because it's more open and honest with my artwork than other social platforms.
I want to thank all my FB friends for giving me the incentive to get back to my writing and, more important to me, a chance to heal. I have lost many friends and family over the decades, especially during the 80s and the AIDS crisis. I was one of those guys who would house sit for those whose partners were dying, allowing them to get out for a bit because it's incredibly difficult to watch someone they love die ever so slowly. In the last twenty years I've seen some beautiful people, men and women I truly loved, and will always love, die and each time it gets harder to continue on without them. They were good people, much better than I can ever hope to be, and I have to believe it's for some crazy purpose I don't yet understand.
Christy, who was a light in the darkness, hurt...A lot. The strange thing is her mother, Liz, once a counselor who helped me get through some bad times, had died a year and month ago, and that had been troubling Christy for the last month. I loved Liz for being my friend and for introducing her daughter to me...Not an easy thing to do because Liz knew all about my dark side. Before that a guy I knew from college, Mike Gardner, died a slow death from cancer. Ever watch someone wither away from that disease? We used to call him Captain America because he was built like a superhero and had a true moral soul who never judged another human being. And then there was Karen, someone I'd known for over 30 years. When her husband, David, a poet from the Beat Era and brilliant writer, died we started talking and then we found ourselves living together and I truly loved her more than I can express...I was shattered. The only reason we had to separate was due to health reasons...I started blacking out and found myself in the ICU at the local hospital and she was also in failing health. She moved to Chicago to live with her son and his wife and we continued talking every day. Then she called me as she was taken to the hospital where she was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer of the spine...I told her I loved her and she told me the same and those were the last words she said to me. She died shortly afterward.
(Karen)
So now those of you who want to know more, here's my site...Like I said, I'll be writing more starting next week.
Who knows what I'll write about...Just know it'll be honest.
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