Told you I'd get back to the pervy stuff!
Where is my brain these days?
It was only Wednesday when my brother died. I loved him dearly. He was such a great human being.
It was just about a year ago when my brother was diagnosed. THAT, my friends, was the tragedy. His death was not. He was in so much damn pain. And he had made his peace with the world. His death was fast... mercifully, blissfully fast. And there is nothing tragic about that.
I've been mourning him since last July when we found out about the cancer, and that it had progressed too far to be cured.
Because it is beautiful. Life is amazing. And there is no better way to express the love of life than making love with Hugh.
With everything going on, I've not been able to see Hugh since Andy passed away. Tonight was our first chance for him to take me in his arms and comfort me.
That's why we're here, in Second Life. All those other responsibilities can be put on hold for those hours we spend together, and get lost in each other.
And it's marvelous.
So I'm done mourning.
I am sad that my brother is no longer with me, but I'm not selfish enough to wish he were still here, in the pain he was in. I am happy that he's gone... to whatever is after life on Earth. Nothing, something. I don't know. But I'm over the moon with joy that he is no longer suffering.
I was overcome with love for this gentle, amazing, sexy, smart, funny man tonight. I couldn't tell him enough, couldn't show him enough. I get overloaded with passion and joy and it just pours from me like a raging waterfall and, god, I love every second of it. Love being able to give that to him, and get it back tenfold in return.
(Also, I love my new sofa from Stockholm & Lima! Go! Buy their stuff! You won't regret it!)