In case some of you didn’t know…
Occasionally, I enjoy sharing personal posts.I am a real human after all, and I am also a woman,
so that means I have lots to say! (ha ha)
I am actually pretty quiet in person, and enjoy quiet, so writing is an outlet for me.
Not only a creative one, but a spiritual one as well.
Every sentence comes straight from my heart.
We may not always share the same opinions at all times, on all subjects,
and I certainly would not expect us to.However, I do hope that through some of my life
experiences I can possibly inspire some of you to “see”
things you may not see otherwise.
After all, we never stop learning no matter how much we think we know 🙂
This is not meant to provoke a debate &
It’s almost the end of Summer…
was born…it was August 26, 1960…
Happy Birthday Bobby!!!
He’s quite handsome isn’t he?
I am Bobby’s youngest sister of 3…
I decided his birthday would be a great opportunity to write/share a personal post dedicated to him, about him.
Here is a picture of Bobby and I in the Adirondack’s in the 70’s.
I remember this day clearly.
Bobby was 10 years my senior…
I grew up admiring him.
I think this picture reflects that perfectly.
It wasn’t until I grew older that I realized how much
we had in common and how much of what I admired, I shared with him.
My parents worked hard to provide for us and did everything they could to protect us and keep us healthy.
All of us children were very tight.
I had a blast being the youngest and “getting my way” because of that status.
My oldest Sister, Diane was the “Mother hen” God bless her.
She had her hands full.
She loved us and kept us in line.
My Brother was the “comedian, life of the party, charmer”…
he had more girl “friends” than we could count and
he was always having FUN.
He also was very protective of his sister’s and would run around the house singing:”We are family! I got all my sisters with me!”
I can still here his voice…he was hilarious.
Just so funny and full of life.
My other Sister, Carolyn was a mix of both…
She would cut my hair and do my nails.
I was blessed with lots of love from all of my siblings…
Here is proof…
The Summer before my freshman year in high school my sis Di invited me to a camping trip with her and her friends…
We were 12 years apart so it was very nice of her to include me.
While on the trip, I went to the store with one of Di’s friend’s who also happened to be one of Bobby’s friend’s.
I was 14 and I had no idea how to respond.
That ride to the store changed my life…
Everything started falling into place…
Are you ready for the reason I am sharing this with you…
Not once did it matter in our family.
My parents and I, along with my sister’s, accepted my
Brother for being gay… immediately, unconditionally, and without hesitation.
To be completely honest…
It didn’t phase or rattle our family unit at all.
It allowed us to know Bobby better for the person he was born to be.
We loved him and learned by watching him with his partner that this was what made him happy.
It wasn’t a behavior he learned, or a choice he made.
It wasn’t something he could control.
Our family welcomed Bobby’s partner into our home and we celebrated holidays & birthdays together loving each other just like any family would.
Bobby was able to be himself and we loved him for it.—
When I first started dating my husband of almost 20 years, I sat him down and told him I had something to tell him.
He looked scared, but I continued on and told him,
Darn right it was.
He passed…with flying colors.
Here we are having dinner together
He was a fabulous decorator and he loved all things home.
He even took cake decorating classes…
sure wish he could have tried some of my pink lemonade cake last Spring.
Here is one of his cakes…
He had beautiful style and exquisite taste that came so natural,
and he could cook you a meal that looked like it came from Betty herself.
I keep this photo of my brother in my pantry:
He keeps me laughing!
One of the reasons I have opened up my eyes to my own creativity is because of my Brother.
He has been a true inspiration to me my entire life.
We all need to be brave like Bobby
Bobby was not afraid to be himself.
Bobby died on October 30, 1995 from AIDS
at the age of 35.
Our family has never been the same since his departure to heaven.
We continue to struggle through the pain that a family goes through after losing a loved one too soon.
We share stories with our children about Uncle Bobby and they can’t get enough.
Don’t waste any time.
PS: Our family and friends decided to participate in “The Names Project Foundation”…more info found here.This extraordinary organization just celebrated it’s 25th anniversary last June.Here is my contribution…a gum ball machine he loved with the rainbow gumballs representing his pride in being a gay man and the red coming out representing his fight against this horrible disease that still has no cure.
My family visited Washington in 1996 and was able to view Bobby’s panel within the quilt that spread over the mall.The quilt was recently displayed once again in Washington and now contains 48,000 panels and weighs 54 tons.Over 600,000 people have died in the United States from AIDS according to
Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
If you would like to make a donation to The Names Project, please send it to the address I have provided.
This is a non-profit Atlanta, GA based organization.
The NAMES Project Foundation
AIDS Memorial Quilt
ATTN: Individual Giving
204 14TH ST NW
Atlanta, GA 30318-4315