God is a Gay Black Woman

I made a friend on the train over 10 years ago when commuting from our wee town to the big city. Kathee was outgoing, hystericallly funny, and took no prisoners. We had singing, politics, and administration in common, and soon looked for each other on the ride up and down the coast to work.

The 9th anniversary of losing my corporate job, and my regular train rides with Kathee is fast approaching. We found each other on social media not too long after my job evaporated. 
Social media is a great way to stay connected with people, and it’s a great way to be driven nuts. Too many people spend time repetitively spewing anxiety inducing opinions and fake news, or, on the flip side, cuddly puppy videos! It’s also become a small business person’s conduit to market locally for free. So, if you want to get your message out, you can’t live without social media. It’s where everyone is 😳.
Over the last bunch of years I’ve had the pleasure of watching, on social media, Kathee travel the country and world extensively. It also brought me news of her fight with cancer, which went into remission for a while. In the last two weeks Kathee has been to her Island (we have many islands) ER twice and our regional univercity hospital twice, where she is now. In between these crisis, she flew to the east coast to say goodbye to her extensive family. The cancer has moved in to stay, like an unwelcome relative. 
I spent three hours wth Kathee yesterday at the hospital. She is very matter of fact about her condition. She even joked that the ER doc came to her with her CT scan and said, “It’s a mess in there!” I’m very hopeful she’s got some additional comfortable time, while she herself says, “I’m on ‘this’ side of hospice now.” I really think she’s at peace and complete with her time here. We’re going to try and get together for dinner soon.
On one of our train rides I told Kathee she was personification of God. Being distinctly non-religious, she sat up straight and said, “WHAT??!!” I did not tell her this lightly. She was wise, insightful, honest, kind, and humorous. I looked her in the eye and said, “Who could relate better to those that struggle, particularly in these times, than a gay black woman?” She said, “That’s the biggest compliment anyone has ever given me.”

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