"Salute to Supernatural" Chicago, 2010 (Or how i was able to "Re-Con" my life)

As far as things in life go, my family and I have been dealt a terrible hand in the past few years. From a lawsuit in 2007 that forced us to uproot from NY to Arizona, to deaths, financial struggles, illnesses, a family breaking apart at the seams, moving back to NY, struggling to make ends meet, more illnesses, down to my father's suicide attempt and him losing his job..well..things haven't been easy. at all.

Also, i'm sorry that this is part poem, part USM Events and People (I was having HTML issues)

I've found people online much like you guys who share a common love of the television show Supernatural. One day, one of the girls asked if I'd be interested in going to Chicago for a convention for one of my favorite TV shows, all expenses paid, Gold Pass ticket. It may seem like a silly thing...a television convention lifting me up, but like you all, these girls have been my strength and support, listened and pushed me through some rough times. So before writing up my 'report' on the convention, i wrote this up. Has been edited for language...sorry! I'm pretty sure you can fill in the blanks.

There's so much to say, but there's one little glitch

My brain cannot focus, cause life is a (edit)

To smile again, I need to "Re-Con" my life

Cause since i got home there's been nothing but strife I need this cloud gone, i need to feel snug

I need a big smile and a Matt Cohen free hug

I need Richard's energy, his humor and spark

I need Misha's mockery to put light in the dark

I need Jared's laugh, and whatever he uses for his hair

I need to go to a Con when Jensen's scheduled to be there.

I need AJ and Travis to make me laugh til i cry

I need Mark's accent and wit, no matter how dry

I thank Melissa for giving me this chance

I thank Alex for her wisdom, company, and getting me to dance.

I thank Shaina for being awesome, and my bag of cool

I thank Nessa for late night chats, so i didn't look like a gold-package fool

I thank Carolyn for hanging, and offering to be my dealer

and Mackenzi for being a time-killing stealer

It was a crazy weekend, one i hope to repeat a few hundred times

And i'm clearly running out of any amusing rhymes

I'm glad to be home so i can lend my support, but lets face it

After ChicagoCon? Everything is (edit)

Naturally, the poem isn't going to make sense to people who haven't watched the TV show. Actually, it might not make sense to anyone at all. It's a silly little poem that, reading it, doesn't mean much, but means the world to me. I couldn't yet put into words what this meant to me, not because of what it entailed, but because a stranger knew i needed a pick me up, to get out, and enjoy myself. It was 5 days do just..breathe. To laugh more than i had in years, to be myself. It was 5 days without stress, or tears. It was an escape. It gave me time to step away, and come home with a clear head, and a more open heart than i had in a long time

 

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