Thursday, March 31, 2011

A friend of mine is dying. This friend has been fighting a battle with cancer for a while, getting into clinical trials, doing everything possible. There is nothing more to be done. I feel numb, sad, angry, and frustrated, but mostly I feel this need to write down my feelings.
This wonderful man gave me work when no one else would hire me, is dying and it sucks. Yes, he is in his 70s and has had a wonderful life, but he is one of the nicest people I have even met…and I don’t want him to die.
You might ask what this has to do with a transgender blog. I’ll tell you. I was broke, about to consider selling my condo, when G came up with a consulting job for me. I worked with an organization he had founded for about a year, earning enough money to keep me in my place. I also grew to love him. When I attended a personal growth workshop, G and his wife were there at my graduation.
G didn’t understand me at first, and I think he was perplexed by me. His daughter was and is a wonderful friend of mine (and perhaps the nicest person I have ever met!), and introduced us. The part that makes this interesting is that G has accepted me and both he and his wife have provided me the opportunity to love them…and be loved by them.
I believe in the future because of him. He could see a person different than himself and reach out to that individual with love. He could be compassionate and understanding. I will always love him and remember him for that