Love in a Cold Universe: A Halloween Tale of Two Buried Gays
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The clocks have gone back, the days are darker and colder, and it is All Hallows’ Eve. Appropriate, then, that I spent some of this morning in a rain-drenched graveyard. Allow me to explain. My gran wanted a tour of the haunts of her youth. She’s in her eighties and nostalgia has been hitting her hard lately. Dutiful grandson that I am, I drove her to these old places this morning—and learned some family history along the way. One of our stops was a graveyard where some of her relatives are buried, including her brother (or half-brother; I’m not entirely sure), who, I noticed, shared his grave with another man, described only as his “close friend and companion”. My great uncle died in May 1999; his “companion”, in December 2000. They were 77 and 81, respectively.
Love in a Cold Universe: A Halloween Tale of Two Buried Gays
Love in a Cold Universe: A Halloween Tale of…
Love in a Cold Universe: A Halloween Tale of Two Buried Gays
The clocks have gone back, the days are darker and colder, and it is All Hallows’ Eve. Appropriate, then, that I spent some of this morning in a rain-drenched graveyard. Allow me to explain. My gran wanted a tour of the haunts of her youth. She’s in her eighties and nostalgia has been hitting her hard lately. Dutiful grandson that I am, I drove her to these old places this morning—and learned some family history along the way. One of our stops was a graveyard where some of her relatives are buried, including her brother (or half-brother; I’m not entirely sure), who, I noticed, shared his grave with another man, described only as his “close friend and companion”. My great uncle died in May 1999; his “companion”, in December 2000. They were 77 and 81, respectively.