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<font color=blue>Identifies with Pumbaa's Flatulen
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I realize this is going to sound odd, but here goes.....
I follow the small town newspaper from my childhood hometown online. It only publishes once a week on Friday. I sometimes find bits and pieces of info on the people and places that I haven't seen in almost 30 years. Around Christmas, I found one of my childhood best friends had given up her "singing career" and has a beautiful blond haired son. I found out that my kindergarten teacher is now a published author and a philanthropist. You get the idea.....small town news.
Today's news was more from the Obit column. I found that a Craig's mom died. Craig was a couple of years older than I was, but he had the biggest crush on me when we were 5 and 7. I felt sorry for him. But that wasn't the only bad news. Ricky died.
Ricky was my age. He was gay. We all knew he was gay from a young age. When we would play house, he wanted to play the mother. If we were playing super heroes, he wanted to be Isis or SuperWoman. You get the idea. I had found him on the internet a few years ago. He and I caught up at that point, but we lost touch again. I found him not so long ago on MySpace. I didn't approach him though, because his friends on his site were not my type of folks to hang out with. Now, he's gone. I will forever remember him for his quickness to forgive. See, once I got really mad at him, so mad that I punched him dead in the nose. We were about 8 years old at the time. He went home crying with his forever balding dog Cokamo. My mother was not happy to hear that I had resorted to violence and made me apologize and without missing a beat, he said it was ok and then we were off playing again. He didn't harbor any malice towards me. I forever have kept the lesson of how bad it feels to hurt someone else physically because of Ricky. I also learned that it's far easier to forgive and move on than to hold on to hate because of him.
Farewell Ricky! I wish that I had kept in touch. I am going to make the effort to contact the man that I can only assume is his partner. The obit's "survived by" list had him down at the end as "good friend and caregiver". I do so hope that Luke gets more respect privately with Ricky's family than he was given publicly in that obit. Somehow, I doubt it though.
That's why I am oddly blue tonight.
I follow the small town newspaper from my childhood hometown online. It only publishes once a week on Friday. I sometimes find bits and pieces of info on the people and places that I haven't seen in almost 30 years. Around Christmas, I found one of my childhood best friends had given up her "singing career" and has a beautiful blond haired son. I found out that my kindergarten teacher is now a published author and a philanthropist. You get the idea.....small town news.
Today's news was more from the Obit column. I found that a Craig's mom died. Craig was a couple of years older than I was, but he had the biggest crush on me when we were 5 and 7. I felt sorry for him. But that wasn't the only bad news. Ricky died.
Ricky was my age. He was gay. We all knew he was gay from a young age. When we would play house, he wanted to play the mother. If we were playing super heroes, he wanted to be Isis or SuperWoman. You get the idea. I had found him on the internet a few years ago. He and I caught up at that point, but we lost touch again. I found him not so long ago on MySpace. I didn't approach him though, because his friends on his site were not my type of folks to hang out with. Now, he's gone. I will forever remember him for his quickness to forgive. See, once I got really mad at him, so mad that I punched him dead in the nose. We were about 8 years old at the time. He went home crying with his forever balding dog Cokamo. My mother was not happy to hear that I had resorted to violence and made me apologize and without missing a beat, he said it was ok and then we were off playing again. He didn't harbor any malice towards me. I forever have kept the lesson of how bad it feels to hurt someone else physically because of Ricky. I also learned that it's far easier to forgive and move on than to hold on to hate because of him.
Farewell Ricky! I wish that I had kept in touch. I am going to make the effort to contact the man that I can only assume is his partner. The obit's "survived by" list had him down at the end as "good friend and caregiver". I do so hope that Luke gets more respect privately with Ricky's family than he was given publicly in that obit. Somehow, I doubt it though.
That's why I am oddly blue tonight.
