This is not a very lengthy posting today. This past weekend both my spouse, Aaron, and I celebrated our birthdays. Aaron’s day is April 5 and my own is April 6. This year Aaron had to work on his birthday and fortunately for me, mine was on Saturday and I had no classes to teach. The result was a complete two days, both Saturday and Sunday, with just the two of us together at home!
This week is Spring Break week at my university and I’m using the time away from my classes to visit my mother in Greece. She is having some depression and a difficult time coping with my father’s death this past November. I’m hoping the trip will offer support to both her and my brothers who live nearby. I’m only gone for the week and then I return back to work here.
This week is Spring Break week at my university and I’m using the time away from my classes to visit my mother in Greece. She’s having some depression and a difficult time coping with my father’s death this past November. I’m hoping the trip offer support to both her and my brothers who live nearby. I’m only gone for the week and then I return to work back here.
Virtually all of us have a friend who is casually interested in our pleasure of nudity, is curious about our clothes-free schedule and social life and accepts our lifestyle. This person may even support our choices but remains a member of the textile or clothes-wearing world. Once Aaron (my spouse) and I began living together and he became more active in his bare practicing, his oldest and only brother, Cedric, started to really take an interest in what we were doing.
My Father and the Reverend Dr. King
When my brothers and I were growing up, and my parents were still living in this country, I remember my father consistently and constantly sharing with all of us his recollections of the day that he “marched with Dr. King.” My siblings and I would roll our eyes as we had to endure his endless recounting of his participation at the national March for Jobs and Freedom on the National Mall. Even before we understood what exactly transpired that day, we all matured knowing that our father was there.
November, 2018, was most definitely not the month I expected it to be. As those of you who read ReNude Pride regularly already know, my father died on November 11. This event happened unexpectedly following his diagnosis of stage 4 cancer of the colon, liver and one kidney on October 28. Mercifully, it wasn’t a protracted end but was swift and relatively pain-free. Which does beg the question: “How the hell do the doctors or any of us really know how painless any death truly is?”
I am sincerely grateful and humbled by all the comments on my post from one week ago, entitled “My Father.” (Click the link to view). The encouragement and love that inspired that post sustained me through a very difficult and painful transition in my life. I am grateful to all of you who read the post and especially those who left a message. There are no words to express the appreciation and comfort that I felt simply in knowing that others were sharing in my own pain.