And The Beat Goes On
I find myself back in East Texas this week taking care of my ailing Father and arranging for his long-term care. I expect I will be spending some time down here and unfortunately right now blogging is furthest from my mind as his condition worsens. For those of you that are still readers of T Town Tommy you may have noticed that my posts have been spotty at best and quite a few of you have even dropped me from your blog rolls, this is to be expected. I told myself I would never be a downer on this site; I want T Town Tommy to be equally fun, cool and insightful. I love to share my personal passions about life. However, I find myself at a place in life where family is taking an increased precedence of my time and energy.
I do not really want to go on about the death process and the requirements of the family. I do not want to dwell on friends I love dearly deeply wounding me and anger I feel about the ugly side of the gay rights movement in Tulsa. All of the things I have been experiencing since my return from Seattle and Canada and it has killed my creativity and passion to write anything of value for you dear reader.
However, after almost two years of effort towards this project and the wonderful response I have received worldwide I feel like an explanation is in order as to my absence and forced effort as of late.
In the post Becoming My Parent's Parent I shared with all of you what I was going through with my Father and our history together. The feedback in both private emails and posted comments truly gave me much to consider when making the life-changing decision of taking on the task of caring for an ailing parent. I decided it best not to take my Father away from his friends, church and our family roots going back to the early 19th century in Texas.
Like most people in my situation, I am wrestling with Medicare, insurance companies, banks, doctors, lawyers, accountants, family, ad naseum. I feel like I am juggling twenty things at once but keeping my Father comfortable in familiar surrounding while his care is met is worth all the effort. He is not doing well and the doctors say his outlook is grim with no course of treatment. When I first saw him after his recovery from surgery in the physical rehab unit, he was a mere husk of the man I knew as my Father weighing in at only 145 pounds, very different from his normal robust self. I was shocked and physically shaken once I got back to the parking lot that first night. Since then he has had numerous strokes and is still sliding down hill.
During my short time spent in Tulsa, I have also experienced some disappointment in my dealings with some of the "leaders" of the gay rights movement and the community in Oklahoma. Like any movement, some people have pure intentions while others are stroking their ego. I will not go into it now but hopefully generations Y, Z and Next will drop the attitude and pack mentality carried over by the gay Boomers and X generations in Tulsa. To add to the drama, a person who I thought was a friend and I am emotionally attached to also deeply wound me with his recent actions sending me into a funk on top of everything else going on. That sucks when it happens in our lives but the timing could not be any worse for me right now.
So here, I sit in East Texas with all this on my head and right now, nothing else can fit in it. I feel like Bill the Cat in Wranglers and boots. Therefore, I have decided to take a hiatus dear reader from blogging. T Town Tommy will stay online during my absence as I plan to return to writing some time this summer. Will I cover the Tulsa Gay Rights movement the same as in the past, doubtful, until some things radically change. However I have my faith that I will come back home to Tulsa a better person for taking care of my Father's health and will continue sharing that gay people and straight people are not so different after all in comparision to what the popular media want us to believe. Right now I am not sure what direction this site will take in the future but I promise to keep it interesting. So to you all, take care and God bless till next time.
::Signing Out::
Ok so that's not my parents, in reality the Cleavers where nowhere close to resembling anyone's family. Studies have suggested that almost 85% of all families can be considered dysfunctional in some way. A far cry from the homogonous sappy life on "Leave it to Beaver". I guess one takes some comfort in knowing you're not alone in having a fucked up family. It's up to us once we become adults how we deal with our parents and mold the next generation. Hopefully it's in a healthier manner. Whether we accept the mistakes, character flaws and sometimes horrible decisions our parents made from an adult perspective or harbor resentments in many ways defines who we are today, whether we want to admit it or not.
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