Less Friends = More Happier Facebook. Who’da Thunk It?

Absolutely wonderful post. I have been slowly weeding out the intolerant and hateful among my Facebook ‘friends’. I have also had several remove me, due to my increasing political and ideological postings and commentary. I thought I might miss at least some of them, but as it turns out, it has simplified and improved my Facebook experience. Less hate on my news-feed, less ugly commentary on my wall. As those intolerant, fearful, sad folks depart my social media life, I wish them well. In fact, I wish them all the happiness and joy they could ever wish for. Just someplace far away from me. I don’t need their negative energy.

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Straight Man Perspective

My younger brother is gay. Gay as laughter. Gay as the day is long. One of the finest moments in my life, and one of the greatest compliments anyone has ever paid me, was the day he felt safe to come out to me. He’s in his mid-30s now, but he’ll always be my little brother. And man, I love that kid. He’s brilliant, he’s funny, and he’s kind. And he just married a phenomenal man.

I was always predisposed to like his husband because, y’know, he’s my brother’s partner and therefore has automatic status in my heart. The wonderful bonus is that I really like him. He’s brilliant, he’s funny, and he’s kind. He’s a cool dude to hang out with. He also stood by my brother like a rock when my brother had a life-threatening cancer that cost him his left eye.

They married in May. It was…

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A Thought On What Is Important…….

Before I worked as a Neonatal Intensive Care nurse, I worked for some time as a Long Term Care nurse at a local nursing home.  I also did some in home hospice nursing privately.  I bonded with so many patients and families, and my heart was broken a little each time I saw the eyes of sons, daughters, husbands, wives, and all the others as they left their visits.  Someone special, ever-present, eternal in your life slips away a little at a time.  Sometimes it is a quiet thing.  Other times it is sudden and shocking.

I am not sure why it is that we never see the inevitable need to care for our parent coming.  You would certainly think it would be obvious to us.  We watched our mothers and fathers struggle with what to do for their own parents; somehow we remain disassociated from it though, as if it were simply a channel we passed while surfing late night television.  Every so often are given a glimpse into our future and handed a second chance to really evaluate what is important to us.

If you are ever that fortunate, do not waste the opportunity.  Remember every day to love your family.  Love your friends.  Love your life.  It is a precious thing.  The clarity that come to us when we grieve a loss is a beautiful and rare gift if given to us while our loved ones remain with us.

To my family :  I love you.  Every one of you.  Yes, even you, my antisocial cousin whom I haven’t seen in umpteen years.  Even you, my reclusive aunt who moved house and forgot to let any of us know.  You people live in my heart, even when we don’t speak or see each other for what seems like eons.  We share blood, and history, and who each of us is today is affected at least in part by all of the rest of us.  I am going to make it a priority and a personal mission to tell each and every one of you in the next year that I love you, appreciate you in my life, and find out how you are doing.