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Edited on Sat May-19-07 01:41 AM by MarianJack
As many in this forum know, I'm a 52 (almost) white guy whose been describes as a TRUE white man, ala Steve Martin in "Bringing Down the House". I'm married to a wonderful Puerto Rican Woman whom I not only love with every fiber of my being, but respect enormously as well! We have a terrific 7 year old African American son.
My Mother passed on last summer and ChicaAzul and I were touched by the support we received from the DU community. I haven't spoken to my father, step-mother or half-brother in 21+ years. My half-sister died in 1996 and my older sister and I DETEST each other. I'm in Maine and she's in Arizona and that distance is comfortable for us. My family was so wildly and obscenely dysfunctional that we made the Bundys seem like the Bradys. As with most people, I've lost touch with cousins, aunts & uncles. I have never believed in associating with co-workers off the clock
On the other hand, I love my in-laws. Luckily for me, they feel the same way about me. Our son's God-Mother is African American. Many of our friends are members of ethnic minorities. Most of them are frequent visitors up here in Maine. Many we see more often now that we live 12 hours away than we did when they were 30 minutes away
The thought that gave me a jolt today is that virtually none of the people I'm close to in my life are white! I'd never given it a thought or never actually noticed.
You know what else? I honestly don't care. I guess that love really IS blind!
PEACE!
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