March 5, 2013

• Feeling sad. It's been six years today since a good friend killed himself. I lost another friend to suicidide on Jan. 1, 2011. The snow has melted, except where it was piled in high in varios parking lots around rown.

  The brown grass looks at the worse for the salt and mud scooped up by the snow plows. My back door neighbor's house looks forlorn. My friend Darrel built it for his parents. His father died a year and a half after the house was built. His mother lived there another quarter of a century before she died.

  Soon after,  Darrel and his wife moved to that house. Later their daughter and a  granddaughter moved in with them. Eventually, all four of them died at home, in that house. One of them, Darrel's wife, died in my arms, in the driveway, as Darrel and I were attempting to get her from her wheelchair into a car so we could take her to the hospital. Two houses south of me, an elderly neighbor died during the night. I found her body the next morning.

  In almost 30 years at this location, I have lost 7 friends and neighbors to death within the space of 4 houses distance from my own. Since I've lived here, my mom and step-dad died. They lived in Mesa, Arizona. My sister, then my neice, died in Topeka. One of my business partners died in 2002.

  I've lost several pets while I've lived here.

  I sometimes cry when I'm alone.

  In a recent poll, 42% of Kansas Republicans said they would vote for Kansas Senator Pat Roberts to be re-elected. However, 34% think the man is not conservative enough.

   

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