You’re so sweet. I hope the same for you, for me…for all of us.
I’m certainly more complicated than that. I am cantankerous like my father when the hot water tank burst forth with the river of life. I am impatient like my mother trying to send me into this world. I am occupied like my great-grandfather on the beaches of Normandy. I am weak like the grandfather that went out for cigarettes and never came home. I am broken, battered, jealous, ashamed, insecure, and often found wanting.
But I make some damned good eggs in the morning.
And I drop everything when needed by those I love.
And I write poems for the ones that I really love.
And I will drive hours to see you, if we need that time.
And I’ll stay up all night raising glasses to toast your name.
For all the shattered and shameful splinters that I have broken to be,
I have been gathered, formed, collected, and assembled into something far greater than me.
There is a non-exhaustive list on my tumblr under “Kindred Folk”. I’m still adding to this (some new folks I am a fan of and other dear friends from real life).
The reasons surely vary for why they are my favorite, but one thing is common: a deep passion for life, crazy artisitc talent, impeccable taste, a desire to connect with others, and in many cases, a faith that forms them in amazing ways.
How about you, anon? Any favourites?