Look down... You have blood on your hands.
I used to think that I was a fool, and that there was something wrong with me, because I'm not the kind who can look at somebody, know everything about them, and sum them up in a word or two.
I know better now. Idiots think somebody can be summed up in a five-minute session of mind games and judgement. Now that I've grown wiser, something which those idiots never did... never grew up out of their high school phase, I know I'm not missing out. I'm not the stupid one, and I never want to be like that in my life again.
You see, I've bled too much in my life to forget past sins. But, at some point though, I learned that to obsess about cruelty only prolongs the pain. Please remember this: the world will soon forget all of your grand achievements and the good things that you do. But... they will never stop looking for the wrong things you've done, the sins that you've committed. For that reason, tread lightly when you're dealing with people, and show kindness. After all, everybody makes mistakes in their life. It's what we learn from them, what we do with that knowledge, and how we apply it in our everyday life... that's what matters.
My Aunt Elaine recently passed on to the other side. While I was growing up, she was always a bright light at family get togethers, just happy and joking around, with an infectious laugh. She was genuinely kind-hearted and inquisitive about everything in life.
Sadly, said revelations of mine only come to me in retrospect. I wasn't the kid who shared his inner workings with people. So, as many have told me over the years, I have been caught up in expressing things dear to me and my passions in this life, in hopes that I may spread understanding and compassion for people whom are LGBTQ.
Knowing this, it probably shoundn't have come to me as a surprise that she would give an outstretched hand and open mind about me, my passions, and my sexuality. She opened up that dialogue for a better understanding about LGBTQ people through me. Looking back, it shouldn't have surprised me that she'd do it. Then again, hindsight is 20/20.
In short, I will genuinely miss her. She helped me to tear down the wall I put up against my Dad's side of the family. Others have leant kind words and compassion, but she was the first who showed me. She proved to me through her actions that she cared. She'll be missed by all who know her still. Goodnight, and God bless.