There’s kind a ‘rule’ at our house: none of my kids or grandkids goes out our front door without a hug from me and the words “I love you.”
Sometimes followed with “you’re such a good boy” or “I’m so proud of you” but without fail always “I love you.”
I Love You. And then I look them square in the eye and smile.
Things are a lot different now for gay kids than even 10 years ago, but I cannot help but wonder how many young men and women heard decidedly different words from their parents or grandparents as they left their homes, only to have those unkind words be the last words they ever heard from the people who loved and nurtured them their entire lives.
Until they found out they were gay.
Then they maybe didn’t love them any more, or didn’t know exactly what they felt for them. The only thing they knew for sure is they felt shame. And disappointment. And maybe wanted to love them, but didn’t know how or what it meant.
Nonetheless, the last words untold numbers of men and women heard from those who supposedly loved them unconditionally were something much different than “I love you.”
A couple of years ago, probably after one of my annoying heart attacks; I decided that the last words the kids I love would ever hear from me would be “I love you.”
I think that’s kind of a good legacy.
Today’s Gay Agenda: Never pass up an opportunity to tell someone you love them. And to those you really, really love; make it a habit to tell them each time you say good bye.
It may be the last words you will say to them.