I wonder
if the dead
attend their own funerals.
.
Do they come back
just to see
who doesn’t cry
and who brings
the wrong kind
of flowers?
.
Because I didn’t cry,
nor did I bring
her favorite flowers.
.
I thought
she was liberated
from this world.
.
I hope she
doesn’t come back
to see this
clown show of a funeral.
.
In fact,
I hope
she never ever
comes back.
.
Be anything,
be everything,
just not a mother,
not a wife,
not a sister,
not a daughter.
.
Be anywhere,
be everywhere,
just not here.
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson2 days ago in Pride
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