Life, Love, and a Funeral
Feb. 4th, 2020 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aldersprigWarning: the below discusses, among other things, death and funerals.
Last Monday I got an email from my mother telling me that she & Dad were off to Death Valley for their annual “get Dad away from the cold” trip. (Dad says he doesn’t have Seasonal Affective Disorder. Pretty sure he’s wrong.)
Three emails into the chain, she tells me my cousin Marilyn has passed away.
Marilyn was my mother’s older cousin (as I track the family tree, I think she was my grandmother’s brother’s daughter), 78 years old, and it turns out she’d been in intensive care for 8 months.
She was also the woman who taught me horseback riding and something of one of my queer icons growing up, long before I actually realized I was bisexual.
I started horseback riding because our Girl Scout leader was horse-mad & her daughter, my nemesis from elementary through middle school (same church, same Girl Scout troop, same school…), got to ride, so I wanted to ride.
Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.
