Inequity.
Yesterday, on March 15, 2015, on what would have been my dad’s eighty first birthday, my cousin David Silvers died. David was one year and four months older than me. He’d turned 59 less than a month ago. I will not be able to go home to attend David’s funeral. I am currently in Mexico (Cabo San Lucas) on a cruise ship, leading a Gay and Lesbian Film Festival (Cinema Diverse at Sea). Most of my group members are closer to my mother’s age than mine — in their mid to late seventies. I am conscious, even at 57, of being practically the youngest person on the trip. I am also acutely aware of all the older folks on board. And David is dead.