This is the new writing prompt from Meet Me At Mike's. I'm a bit apprehensive about posting it as most of the other essays and pictures on this theme are light and bubbly. If what I've written makes you uncomfortable, please accept my apologies.
My mother cried. My father turned to icy-stoned fury and with one deep breath he excised this disruption he couldn't control and quickly became the father of one daughter - not two.
He couldn't change biology so he tried to change history.
That was almost seven years ago. I'm just fine. I have a wonderful extended family and a family of quirky souls who I have chosen and who have chosen me back. My life is fulfilled, joyful and fun. A and I have the same normalcy as any other married couple – we fuss about who's turn it is to take the dogs out, who should mow the yard this week and why I always have to cook. Our life isn't exotic. It's rather mundane. But we are happy.
I like to think that I've moved on from that pain but there are little things that I miss. My mother never got to teach me to how to can fresh green beans from my garden. I had to learn it from a book. When I finish a new craft project I sometimes still wish I could share it with her. She loves to craft too. I miss eating chili on Christmas Eve with everyone. When I can't find a pen in the mess of our kitchen junk drawer I remember my father's pen, nestled in it's special drawer in the top of his immaculate desk and it brings a hollowness to my chest.
Maybe that's the thing about the little things – they're more painful to remember when they're gone.
4 comments:
i would like to thank you for the posting instead of crying inside. this was all to real to me at several places in my journey. i often think of the people that i have lost along the way. i often wonder if they too think of me. you should be proud of you for this blog, you have touched so many lives along your journey. the church, your sermons, your writings, sitting with those in the hospital at their side. you are an amazing writer as well as putting other things you have read along the way that so many can relate to. i pray that god is smiling down on you. -angel-
That's a beautiful post and you are brave to share it. I'm glad you have that new 'family' who accept you as you are, not as they think you should be.
I laugh about how mundane your life is with your partner. I often wonder why people think it would be anything else? Love is just love, isn't it?
I think you two sound like the loveliest people ever. The right decisions are not always the easiest - and I think you are brave to do the right thing for YOU. And I think your life sounds like it's full of wonderful friends and family - and wonderful times together. Good on you.
I love people who have found their "Own Truth" I have just stumbled upon this post and it is brilliant. I have a family member who is also gay and even though it was hard for some of the older members at the time, they are now ok, it gets easier each time they see him and the acceptance starts to creep in to their hearts. My little wish is that your family sees you without the fog in their eyes and the jumble in their brains. Thanks for you words. Love well Live well xx
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