The Wrong Answer
“What do you think about gay marriage?” my dad asked, then waited with interest for my reply. In truth, I hadn’t. But my dad had been impressed with my newly emerging opinions at the time, so I gave him a sound bite I’d heard somewhere: “Oh, I don’t know. It’s a slippery slope, you see…”
I remember that moment often and feel physical pain.
I dream of my dad now, phone him in my sleep where I know the number to another dimension, and tell him my answer: “Of course they can get married.”
Of course.
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| Dad and me |
Hugs, smiles, and love!
