My brother was murdered a week ago tonight. Without getting too much into any of the details of that or of the trials my family has been going through in the last week, it has been a damned hard time for all of us. Each of us has a different way of dealing with our grief. I came home from Delaware last night after a being there since Monday night, being as strong as I could for my family. It was good to sleep in my own bed, but I woke up this morning to realize that reality still is what it is, and it still hurts me in my heart and soul.
At the end of each day this past week, just before bed, I sat down at my computer for a very short time– generally 15-30 minutes– and played some of my games, just to shut out reality for a few minutes, just to get a taste of “normal” for me. It has been a release valve and a way for me to back away from this horrible situation to get a little bit of relief. It doesn’t change reality, and I am not hiding in my virtual worlds from the real world. I am just dipping in to stay sane.
It seems that some people in politics, the media, and the general public are quick to condemn games as not only a waste of time, but as something detrimental to the people who play them. They say these things without entering into the communities we build. They never stop to consider what purpose games might serve for people. They never look at their own time-wasting hobbies or the media they consume to consider whether the same criticisms might apply.
But none of that really matters right now. I am just grateful I have this corner of my life that I can go to when I need to come down when I am spun up, or when I need to concentrate on something other than bad events that have happened, or even just to relieve the stress of the day-to-day grind. That’s not a waste of time. That’s a blessing.
[There’s a GoFundMe to get my nieces and their mother back to the US and get them set up with the necessities of starting over. If you can help, it would be appreciated. The campaign is going well. A lot of people loved my brother. I can only wish to be as well-loved.]