This memoir was a safe haven for me. It was like cuddling up in a fluffy cloud blanket of a rainy day. It gave me hope and filled me with a safe kind of reliable love- in opposition to real life love and its unpredictable nature. To help you understand why this story so touched me you will need to understand my mother a bit better. She is 61 years old and a beautiful women. She has been a plant lover and a loving person like the men in this romantic story are. Almost every day she would find some beautiful flower to give to me, weather a whole vase full or a small flower and stem no larger than my finger. I began to understand it as love, a live gift of love, something bigger than the two of us- spiritual and pure.
My mother has been sick with a neuro degenerative disease for the past 5 years and like the book mentions having an illness is as hard for the person who has it as for their care takers. She is no longer the women that I remember from my childhood, with one foot in the door of the next world. That's why i so dearly treasured this book, its words were my childhood love, untainted and immovable, yet like reality the pages moved forward and i was sad to see them go,
I left with a memory of safety and love
into a world of uncertainty.
I myself and bisexual without a strong community of LGBT friends and so i took refuge in a world surrounded by gay couples and friends feeling normal and safe and loved.