Aug 30, 2018
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I just planned the cutest date ever and I really hope she has a great time cuz
1) she’s a wlw and we deserve all the best and
2) read 1 again
“Happy” Mother’s Day
It’s only 8AM and Mother’s Day has already been harder than Christmas, New Year’s, and my birthday without you. I’m supposed to honor you and celebrate your memory, but I’m torn between doing that and not wanting to do any of “our things” without you.
I was supposed to have painted something for you, or made you another photo album or picture frame. You always loved my handmade gifts the most. But you loved your flowers too, and we’d use them for house decorations for a few days before planting them outside in the flower gardens. We were supposed to have gone to church, rode up to the lake, then to dinner in the “big” town up the road, spending more time singing along to the radio on the long trip up there than actually eating. You were supposed to read your card and use the tissue I jokingly provided to wipe your eyes, whether you really teared up or not.
But none of that’s happening this time, nor will it ever again. I lost so much when I lost you. My teacher, my doctor, my counselor, my coach, my biggest fan, my inspiration, my protector, my biggest blessing, my mother, my best friend... You were my all-in-one, Ma. We were attached at the hip and anyone who knew us knew that. You were perfect to me, Ma, and I miss you so much. Thank God I made sure to tell you this every day you were here with me, but I love you the most. Happy Mother’s Day.
This Pride month, I hope you...
Explored and/or figured out your gender and/or sexuality, if necessary
Accepted it
Came out, if you chose to
Were supported in the process
Learned something new about the LGBTQ+ community
Taught someone something new about the LGBTQ+ community
Experienced Pride or another event of choice
Did something a lil gay
Found love, in someone else but most importantly, in yourself
The longest arch bridge in the Western Hemisphere.
Two hot guys and their ugly friend walk into a bar and talk to two hot girls and their ugly friend, aka me. The ugly guy and I quickly become ugly best friends whose convos are basically rants about how neither of us can get hot girls. And we lived lonely ever after. The end.
I have so many emotions, sometimes so many at once, about losing my mother. Most of them are sad, but at times, I even feel guilty that she was taken from us so early. (I say us instead of just “me” or “my family” because her death impacted more than just our family. Entire communities of people suffered this loss cuz she was wonderful, she really was.) I keep trying to justify it and find ways to understand it. We know that a terminal illness cut her life short, but I can’t help to think that maybe, just maybe, the timing, if nothing else, was deeper than that. What if she was taken from me to make me grow up? I was pretty independent but I also depended on her so much—entirely too much, if you ask me. But she didn’t mind it. What if she was taken from me to encourage me to dedicate my career to helping shape kids’ minds and being a light to all I encounter, just as she did? Since losing her, I’ve not once doubted my career choice, or even the path I’m taking towards it. And here’s the biggest reason I feel guilty… What if she was taken from me to keep me here? I want nothing more than to see her again one day. With my personal belief being that taking my own life would eliminate that opportunity, it’s no longer an option, and I know now I’ve got to take my mental health more seriously. I can’t help but to feel guilty that losing her might’ve been to save me.
With you, I’m in the company of the kindest soul,
a smile that melts my heart,
and kind eyes, for me and only me.
Reminders of why I’m deserving of love, not a list of everything I need to change.
Feeling like a priority and a first choice, not just an option.
No “you’re great, but...,” just “you’re great.”
No inconsistency, no constant wondering.
You’re the “better” in the “you deserve better” I’ve always gotten.
With you, life is easier, I am happier, and love feels effortless.
With you, life is good.