I was planning on writing a rather lengthy post today, but I have no energy to start one, let alone complete it. Today has hit me hard. It's been difficult trying to keep my emotions in check with everything that is going on, and on the top of it it is officially 6 years ago that Matthew Shepard died in that hospital room. The truth is he died on that fence six years and one week ago. I still cannot get my mind around these things and as a result I have frequently been in tears off and on all day.
I look at Calpernia's blog and think about our emails back and forth to one another and how far she's come in such a short time, and I'm in awe of her resilience, despite such tragedy. I emailed Gabi Clayton earlier today about her remarkable son Bill, I hope to hear from her soon.
Matthew, Barry Winchell, Brandon Teena, Gwen Araujo, Bill Clayton, Danny Overstreet, Billy Jack Gaither, JR Warren, Tyra Hunter, the list goes on and on and on.
Each one of these people is gone for senseless reasons.
Each one of these people could have been one of my friends or family members.
As far as I'm concerned, each one of them was.