The first conversations I recall holding were with the dead. Not my Ma or my Pa, but folks who'd been gone near about a hundred years. I used to go roving out anywhere I could find them, must've wandered the whole of Conecuh before I was ten. Had more friends dead than alive, and that's held true most of my life. Most everyone dead has regrets, but when it came to things like there was just about always a common thread.
It was never... golly, I sure am glad I abstained from how I felt the whole of my life to make my family or my church happy. So many folks lived and died in denial of who they were and they all carry into the great beyond, Dean.
I was real lucky, you know? My Pa was like me — with the ghosts I mean — and held to the same opinions I do on the matter of a life lived well being of greater import than one lived by somebody else's metric. And my Ma... ah... she was fond in that way of a gal she'd known in the Great War, who I grew up knowing as my Aunt Ysobel. Least judgmental folks on the face of the planet, them, though it weren't all that easy being in small town Alabama.
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Date: 2020-12-18 11:34 pm (UTC)It was never... golly, I sure am glad I abstained from how I felt the whole of my life to make my family or my church happy. So many folks lived and died in denial of who they were and they all carry into the great beyond, Dean.
I was real lucky, you know? My Pa was like me — with the ghosts I mean — and held to the same opinions I do on the matter of a life lived well being of greater import than one lived by somebody else's metric. And my Ma... ah... she was fond in that way of a gal she'd known in the Great War, who I grew up knowing as my Aunt Ysobel. Least judgmental folks on the face of the planet, them, though it weren't all that easy being in small town Alabama.