It’s been a long time since I’ve written. I’ve been holding things within, things that I don’t want tarnished by another person’s view, or comments. I have had what some would call “wild” experiences, but they bring me tremendous comfort. I am not ready to share them, and I may never be. But I have so much gratitude for these signs, times.
I’ve had an eventful year so far, two days in San Juan, Puerto Rico, followed by a 7 day cruise with my best girlfriend. It was amazing. We visited St Croix, the place where someone very special to me took his last breath. It was comforting to see such a beautiful place, I could easily visualize him there, and happy, and that is a gift, a true gift when someone dies too young. It brought me peace. We also visited St. Kitts (swam with dolphins), Barbados, Dominica (tubed down a river in a rain forest) and St. Maartan.
I returned home to my house in repair, and new windows. I’ve been asked on numerous occasions if I hit the lottery, if I had a sugar daddy, or a new boyfriend who was footing the bills. My answer is all the same. No! I have been blessed with good people in my life, good friends, family who look out for me. For some reason, this year I scored, and big… I am again, very grateful.
The past few days have offered no restful sleep, and high pain levels. I am tired, beyond tired. I know I’m not alone here. I’m reminded of a quote a friend told me many years ago “Fatigue makes cowards out of all of us”. I wouldn’t quite describe myself as cowardly, but my body is clearly not cooperating with my desires or plans. I don’t like it. Today, after a couple of weeks with high pain levels, I want to raise the white flag and surrender. I want to give up. Today I called my dad, and during our conversation I unexpectedly starting to weep.
A couple of weeks ago I had a similar experience. It was a sleepless night, I was scrolling through facebook and read a post that shared hundreds of ugly, vile comments on homosexuality. At first I was in shock. Then I got angry, and I wanted to respond, but I recalled a post by a friend who experienced something similar, and it helped me. To my credit, I knew I was tired and could never hold a candle against people with such harsh views. Instead, I cried. The tears just flowed down my cheeks until the sheet I had tucked myself into needed to be replaced. I am not gay. My late sister called me “pathetically straight”. I thought of her, and all my dear family and friends who are gay, and cried for them. I cannot imagine being judged so harshly because of who I am. I then cried for those I didn’t know who were being judged so harshly, so cruelly
Over the past couple of weeks I’ve also been witness to a friends “religious friends” judging her and her actions. This instills so much anger in me. Really? When did God put you in charge of another person’s life? Religious beliefs? Spirituality? I am not slamming ANY religion, but I am so dismayed by people who claim to be so holy, and yet they only portray to me and to many others, that this is NOT what I want in my life! I have religious people in my life who treat me with respect, allow me the space for my own beliefs, and who are and will be there for me without judgement. One cousin I am close to, who helps me more than he will ever know. Who will, when asked, share his views and beliefs, and interpretation of the bible, but does not judge me or others. Do I know which of these two examples is “right?” No, but I sure the heck know which person I would like to hear more about his God from! The paragraph is not about religion, but the lack of love, respect for others. We are living in some pretty hard times, and frankly, I’ve run into some pretty cold people.
This afternoon I dug into my bureau that holds my most prized possessions. Love letters, favorite toys of my aussie’s, pictures, emails, cards. One of the items is packed neatly into a box with Bugs Bunny characters on the outside. I opened it, and there was my sisters cap and gown, and the paperwork that we were handed when we went to see her graduate with a Criminal Justice degree. I pulled out the cap, the tassles that signified the year, and her graduating with honors. I have had this neatly tucked away (and I have taken it out many times before) for almost 13 years. She died April 8, 2003 at the age of 38. Something fell out of her cap. It was a pair of her sunglasses. I wrapped everything back up, and then found an email from my older sister who gave us updates on how Darlene was doing. This was 6 days before she died. In the email she wrote “She seemed to have some unfinished business with Donna. We had a hard time understanding her. But it was a simple as ‘Tell Donna I love her and will miss her’. I don’t think Darlene was able to say those things when Donna was here and it troubled her.” Talk about tears. I fell to my knees, sobbing. Where was this email for the past 13 years? Why had I not seen nor remembered it? But you know what? It was just what I needed, today, on this difficult day. It was like having been penned and sent from heaven, itself.
And one last thing I’d like to share. It was written in a card from the beautiful soul who I mentioned earlier who died in St. Croix. “Dear Donna, Being away from you has made my feelings for you and about us even stronger and clearer than before. I know today that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, Jim” I love you too.
I am not living in yesterday’s pain, or dwelling on my past. Today it helped to revisit these momentous beautiful times and people who were once very prominent in my life (understatement). It has helped to remind me that in spite of all the pain and shit that happens, love never dies. Even when someone has crossed over, love can continue to grow. And that perhaps, I may experience this amazing journey of love again, with someone new. And as I looked at the MANY pictures of my sister, there were only a handful without her smiling. She lived life well. She worked hard, played hard. She was just an awesome person. I miss her everyday of my life, and to think ill of her because her sexuality, well hey… guess what? If you do? It’s on you. I’m so glad I didn’t miss a moment with her. She taught me so much and one thing she taught me by example? Live your life, be true to yourself, and pay no mind to those who judge you! It was a nice “visit” down memory lane. It helped me gain new perspective (now through my sisters sun glasses), and those who have brought me dismay of late, have no more power. I am reminded of all good. I am reminded of why sometimes it’s so hard to carry on, because life was indeed much easier with the presence of those who are no longer with me, but just to be back there mentally, gives me the strength and desire to fight on. Today it was nice to revisit the warmth of yesterday.
Go have yourself a great day. Sending you all love and light,
Donna (pronounced, DonNUH)