In my last blog entry, I talked about Frank, my late boyfriend, Vincent's younger brother. I gave him a call, and we went out for dessert and coffee one evening. I picked him up , and saw his mother for the first time in years. She is ailing with asthma (she was never a smoker). She thanked me for taking Frank for an evening out. She told me that she worries that he has few friends, and doesn't leave home much.
Over coffee, we caught up, reminisced about Vincent, and had a nice time. It was good for me to see him, and his mother once again. Vincent and I had been "in the closet" for our whole relationship. She always suspected that there was more to my feelings for Vincent than we publicly displayed. And years after he died, she angrily confronted me with it, and has since, come to terms with it.
Frank needs friends. And I want to be one of them. I'll continue to stay in contact and keep an eye out for him. After all, Frank would have been my brother-in-law had Vincent and I made it to the altar (and yes, my precious love was a keeper...I would have married him!)
Over coffee, we caught up, reminisced about Vincent, and had a nice time. It was good for me to see him, and his mother once again. Vincent and I had been "in the closet" for our whole relationship. She always suspected that there was more to my feelings for Vincent than we publicly displayed. And years after he died, she angrily confronted me with it, and has since, come to terms with it.
Frank needs friends. And I want to be one of them. I'll continue to stay in contact and keep an eye out for him. After all, Frank would have been my brother-in-law had Vincent and I made it to the altar (and yes, my precious love was a keeper...I would have married him!)