I will think of 2010 as a strange year.... A year of conflicts and contradictions. A year of utter sadness, wildly unexpected discoveries, and many gratitudes.
I celebrated my 51st Christmas three days ago and the first Christmas without my dad. The loss of my father still seems surreal, as if circumstance keeps us from our almost daily telephone converstations. It still has yet to feel "real." I miss my dad. I miss simply picking up the phone to share with him something I just read about, or saw on news; or, to ask him for computer help; or, to get into one of our heated political discussions. It's still so very strange.
A wildly unexpected experience because as I was reading a blog of an old friend, or maybe acquaintance is a better discription. We recently had a falling out. Apparently, he could handle the fact that I was gay, and I couldn't handle the fact that he turned into a judgemental, holier-than thou, Glenn Beck lovin' bible thumper.
It's crazy, actually. This was a guy whom I met when I was first away from home after joining the Navy. I kind of looked up to him. Maybe it was more than that. I was 18, away from home for the first time, confused about my sexuality, and lonely. We became friends while attending school. But, we had a lot of fun, and I thoroughly enjoyed the times we had.
After many, many years, I finally made contact with him on Facebook. I found him to be totally and undeniably morphed into someone I could not recognize. Now, I understand the need for personal evolution. It should be our nature to better ourselves. (At least that's what Captain Picard always said.) But, what is this preoccupation with the Bible or the Koran or any other ancient piece of literature? They can't all be the dictates of an almighty, right? And, most likely, none of them are. They "could be" inspired by the divine - and I say that with a bit of trepidation.
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