The Camaraderie of the Blogosphere
In the bereavement group I joined after the death of my wife, every member had an additional support system to get them through the battle — and indeed it is a battle, a life and death battle.
They had children and grandchildren, brothers and sisters, other relatives, close friends, some were even in new relationships. In short, no one was completely alone.
I write this not out of self-pity or to solicit pity, but as a matter of fact and to make a point — I was the only one in the group who had no one. My two brothers are dead and my son is dead. That’s it. I have extended family, but they weren’t there for me.
The bereavement group was a big help until Covid shut it down. After that, the only real support — or rather ethereal support — came from readers of my blog. I don’t have many, but the ones I have are tops in my book.
I won’t mention names, but they include a beautiful poet in New Zealand (absent lately), a sensitive guy in the Netherlands, the son of a paratrooper somewhere in America, a good ole country boy in Canada, a nurse in Texas, a caring young woman in the Pacific Northwest, a former colleague of my wife who tried to put me on the ‘Road to God,’ a brilliant and insightful Buddhism student from China, an honest soul who writes of ‘grief out loud,’ an author in Arizona, a dental student and poet perhaps in India, an artist and lover of chickens out there somewhere, a woman in Milan, a Spanish artist, a fellow widower in Alaska (what the hell happened to him?), and most of all, a gentleman master craftsman of the Blogosphere and a friend to many, who shares my posts and who is currently fighting his own battle. I have never met any of these people but I regard them as real friends of the ether. And what talent they each share with me from across the world. It’s all quite marvelous.
I would just like to say to people who are still grieving who may read this, that if you feel totally alone, and ready to blow your brains out, take a time out and enter into the Blogosphere, a sort of Twilight Zone, and talk to the world. You will live another day.