Sometimes I wonder
if things will ever get better for young gay people. A year ago, my nephew told me he thinks he might be gay. He also said he didn't want to be gay.
He is 25, out of the air force one year and working on becoming a drunk. His mother, my sister, is
a mean spirited, homophobic, angry person.
My nephew thinks she suspects he is gay because
she used to call him a sissy when he was a teenager when he made her angry. More than once she told him
no son of hers would be a fag like her brother Dan.
Not if he wanted to remain her son, that is.
So, for the last year, I have cried with him, held him, loved him and tried to help him come to terms with his life. He has done well, despite many set backs. The biggest setback was talking to his parents about his sexuality. As we expected, my sister went ballistic on him, even beat up on him. His father, a passive person, sat by and did nothing. Despite all this, he stayed sober, but I feared he might harm himself.
He leaned heavily on me and my family.
This week, his father died unexpectedly. He loved his dad and believes his dad loved him, but he knew his father was weak. Alcohol was a part of their lives, too. Now, there is no closure with his Dad.
When I got the news of his father's death, I called him. The only words he could get out were "Uncle Danny", then about 5 minutes of sobbing.
He is on his way to see his mother and siblings. I am hoping and praying for the best.