In the United States at least it’s time to formally begin the holiday season and celebrate Thanksgiving. In the pre-covid days it was a day to get together with family, over eat and watch sports.
In my pre-transition days, my deceased wife took great pride in inviting the whole family over and doing most of the cooking. Which meant to me a marathon cleaning effort to prepare for the big event. Even though I didn’t really want to be too involved with the cooking, my experience in the restaurant business led me to being the one who carved the turkeys. Because we needed more than one. So secretly I felt closer to the women who were clustered in the kitchen. Plus I admired what they were wearing of course.
In my post transition, covid bubble days, my Thanksgiving family has shrunk to only three people in our bubble. In the past we have been able to spend the holiday with my daughter’s in laws and my grand-kids but not this year. It’s too risky.
Every year at this time too, I think of all of those in the LGBTQ community whose families have deserted them. In fact, the “Gen Silent” documentary I just watched reminded me of the stark reality faced by many who grow old and alone. From out and proud to back in the closet. On the bright side (and there is one) more and more communities are organizing LGBTQ groups who are reaching out to those in need of attention.
I myself am blessed with many things to be thankful for. Of course number one is the support group I have been able to build around me. The group includes my partner Liz, my daughter Andrea, my three grand kids and basically her entire family of in laws. Ironically, I am one of two transgender individuals in their extended family.
And, in a totally different direction, I am thankful for all of you who stop and visit Cyrsti’s Condo. It means a lot…thank you!
Where ever you may be this year, have a safe Thanksgiving!