Gratitude

Steve Mazan makes Seneca’s serious truth sound so easy!

My mom is a never-ending song in my heart, of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words … but I always remember the tune – Anon

Derrick came home two years ago in December to tell me he liked a girl. Then he told me that she was older than him. Then he told me she was Hindu. Then he told me, she was a divorcee with a kid. All of this didn’t surprise or bother me. I’d be OK with all of this no matter what, if the girl’d be good. What did surprise me, was that my brother, my impetous, independant minded, “I am my own man” brother cared enough about this girl to seek my approval. ...

I still find it hard to believe, that I turned this gorgeous girl down, when she told me that she loved me twelve years ago! My life would would have been so different! But God has grace, even for a fool like me. And, so did she. I love you, babygirl. To quote Lang Leave, I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence ...

Sad li’l Zei Li’l goonda Zei Li’l kooky Zei Li’l blah Zei Li’l “Look at me, I’m a scooty model!” Zei Happy li’l Zei Really happy li’l Zei Really, really “I’m so happy I could dance, because it’s my birthday” li’l Zei To my li’l muse, It’s funny how you’ve walked into my life and made a place there… like you’ve always belonged! I pray you always be happy, and that you always have your sense of innocence and gay abandon. ...

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