A reader writes:
Today is for my dear friend Charles Ward. For 18 years, he (a gay black man from the housing projects of Chicago) and I (a straight white man from semi-rural Washington) have shared the draughts of life in all their bitter and sweet. We have endured disease and death, love gained and lost, and each at last in our 40s have come to a place called home. He wrote me when he and his fiancé joined their households together – “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”
My children (7) and (5) know him as Uncle Charles. He has always been a part of their lives. They know that today is the day that will decide if he gets to marry the man that he loves. And they love him and his future husband in the unconditional way that only children do.
Love is no longer undectable – it is undeniable and unassailable.
And it never fails.
The Dish 