I am often asked if any of the characters I write are based on me. My standard answer is "no." But at the same time, I tell people there is a little bit of me in each of the characters. I like to believe that my gents are emotionally driven more than their physical traits. That's what I write about, what's inside. I like to take circumstances I see in real life among my friends and family or things I read about and ask, "What are they feeling?"
Well, in this chapter, there is very definitely something me.
I am somewhat distanced from my older brother. Many years ago, he had some choice hateful words for me, along with "the bible says gay people are going to hell" thing. When I was writing this chapter with Isaiah, I let things that were kind of buried within me rise to the surface. My older brother has not passed away, but we talk very infrequently. Birthday texts and Christmas cards are about it.
I fear that one day when we lose our parents that we may never see each other again. And the fact that I accept that outcome should be horribly troubling. But I do. We may just not include each other in our lives.
I'm not Emory, but I do share that with that him, even though my circumstances are slightly different.
What's even more sad is that I know from talking with others that this situation is rather common. There isn't always a love between siblings. Sometimes being a blood relative isn't enough.
If anyone out there shares those feelings, you aren't alone. And I care.
Chapter 7, "Family Matters," can be found HERE.