I woke up with the oddest (for me) desire to go to Church this morning. To be sure, a heavily gay Unitarian-type congregation that has nothing to do with the masses of my childhood. I am tempted to succumb to the impulse, if only because I’ve learned not to ignore these things. It could be I am being summoned by the need to hear something, and I won’t know what that something is until I hear it. (Or who it is until I see him.)
Yesterday I went to lunch with my recently widowed friend, D. Boy, his lover made quite a mess by dying intestate. By not signing a set of papers already drawn up delineating how much and what he wanted D. to inherit, everything technically goes to the mother, and she is proposing treating D. like one of his lover’s siblings, not his spouse. While this may seem generous, just imagine if D. had been his wife, instead of “friend.” No one would challenge for a moment a wife’s automatic inheritance.
There is more to say about this, but it feels a bit invasive of his privacy, even with the use of initials. D. must now get a lawyer, and I imagine things might devolve into acrimonious litigation. Not surprising, considering a rather large estate is in play.
Happy Sunday to all.
MCO 2005
