farewell.

I lost my Grand mom a few days ago. The funeral was yesterday, today it hits me. Never once did I have to convince my Grandmother to accept or tolerate me. I never had to have a conversation with her about how I reconcile my Christian faith with my sexuality. One of the last conversations I had with her was calling her and giving her the correct spelling of Javier’s name so she could get it right on the many cards she would send. She was 93 and active member of her church. She was fun and steadfast. Our spirit lives on, but today I am sure missing her presence. Love conquers all.