I stared up at the ceiling and thought of the heavens beyond, that “place” where God lived.
These were weird thoughts for me. I chalked it up to the funeral, the need to make sense of what was ultimately senseless, my need to fit everything into a box and store it away in my mind
Weird as it was for a gay man, I was a father, and I loved being a father. Loved that more than anything else in my life. I would not at all mind having more kids. I wouldn’t mind getting gay-married, creating a happy home, adopting, creating a family. I wanted that more than anything else.
I was startled when my phone began to vibrate, then ring.
The man who could have made all of that possible was calling me back.
He could still make that possible, I thought.
But my finger hesitated. I was paralyzed with indecision, insecurity, fear.
The call went to voice mail.
I put the phone on my nightstand, not wanting to hear the message. 56: Mr. Owen has a Laugh