I was with some old friends who are getting old.
For over twenty years I have known them, some of the first trans people I met and one of them had a birthday party this weekend.
Then at the beginning of August was my brother’s birthday and I cooked dinner for them. He was at my cottage with his high school friend while their wives were at a nursing class reunion. I have know my brother’s friend since I was around 10 or 12.
Friends share life stories with us.
No one share a longer life story with me than my brother, all my cousins on my mother’s side passed away. I have my cousins on my father’s side but they are all scattered to the Four Winds and I don’t see them much.
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