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"....and then, you die" Letter from "dkzk's Great Communications"......Vol: ???

Thank you, _____,

I'm dealing with a personal tragedy that i'm sure is gonna hang with me for the rest of my broke-down life. The death of my dear daughter Leah on July 4th, 2018.
Death of a child, regardless of age, is a whole different grief from that which other deaths cause.
Make long-story short, I have lost 99% of my 'respect' for human life via the way we treat each other collectively.
We will not be "judged" by our self-important "individuality", but will be judged (metaphorically at least), by our behavior as a collective organism.  In that respect, we fail miserably.
Since Leah's death, i have become so disinterested in my "arts"....most prominently, my music. After 47 years of playing every day, i haven't picked up one of my saxes in over a year. I've become a shut-in. People's normalcy and lack of creativity saddens me beyond expression. I've never been a Sally Sunshine, but THIS is a depression that was hitherto incomprehensible for 67 yrs on earth. Luckily, i was able to force myself back into poetry. I realize that most of it is "good", but it all FEELS like utter shit, and "why bother?" I spent 25yrs working for a most prestigious psychiatric hospital, the last 10 yrs of which was specifically in alcohol & drug recovery. I became sober the year Leah was born ('87) & had 3 decades sobriety when, last year, she, very quietly drank herself into an incurable liver failure. We didn't realize how bad off she was until it was to late to get  transplant red-tape in gear.     How's all that for tragic irony? Well, I've already blabbed too much about this shit. All human life is based on suffering, & ends in abject we kill ourselves to be HAPPY at whatever cost. Enough. Nice to've "met you". Am always ready to "entertain" wit these tales of woe. Ha !

Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Author's Note
......... and then, you die.
Leah Marie Kozak - April 30, 1987- July 4, 2018
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