Monday, October 19, 2009
A Meeting
We met at the seminary, but he wasn't a seminarian. I can't remember the exact circumstances; they are unimportant. I don't remember staring at him; he does.
He was short and stocky, North Minneapolis born, straight and straight-laced. I was a suburban boy, freshly out and scared shitless. We were worlds apart in many ways but one: we both knew what is was like to be an other. We became fast friends.
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I love you up to the sky, and the sky never ends! May you always dance, laugh and play!
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Mom