"And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way"
For us we would gladly watch the curtain close on this year's end. And what a year this has been for us as we both fought a bout of the flu in the past week. Thank goodness we have our christmas shopping done; now it's trying to put together a Christmas dinner for the family. Being able to bring the family back together and celebrate at the same table is a huge Christmas gift for Kay and I. This is an answer to prayers long said and hoped for; but never thinking it possible.
I was washing clothes last night and as I went to put them in the dryer, if found a lot of water on the floor; not a good sign but I though there was a backup to the discharge hose. After checking the drain and hose I began to fill the tub for the next load and immediate saw water running from under the machine. So we now get to replace at least the washer if not both as they are quite old.
This year was most certainly done 'Our Way', what with being a delegate at our Diocesan Convention, sitting at the GLBT table at the National Convention in Indianapolis, In, join a choir for a concert in the National Cathedral in Washington DC, joining the chorus for my University's production of "Candide" as a alumni.
On the sad side, Kay and I were with my family, as we sat with our Mother bedside when she passed away from us in April, only to watch an old friend and choir director pass away in June as we sat beside him with his dear wife and close church friends to say their goodbye's.
I would only infer that as we close the curtain on this year and finally put it on the shelf of our memories, that I have traveled many different highways and had to do it "my way", as each of us who is thinking, or has transitioned has figured things out in their own way. As far as transitions go we are given the hub and the rim, it is up to us to construct our own spokes; as it were. We are given the square logs and we must cut and shape them as we find our own way.
I worked through my own transition years ago without any real outside influence almost drowning as frequently as I walked on the waters, breaking doors down and new ground with the government and medical institutions as I pushed my transition forward. I am sure there will be other fights in the future but I am better prepared to fight them as I come to them.
Have a Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year.......