Mom’s, grandmother’s, and my old friend called this evening. My sister asked about him, and I haven’t talked to him since before Covid19. I called about a month ago, and his phone was disconnected, so I wrote him a letter with my new phone number.
He’s 76 years old and had encephalitis (I think), a brain infection, and his mind isn’t all there. He asked how my mom was doing. She died in 2018, and he sent flowers to her memorial service.
Anyway it’s good to know he’s alive. My sister and I were afraid he passed away with his phone disconnected.
He said he wanted me to come to California to see him, and would pay my way (I think he mentioned after Covid19). I told him I couldn’t because of my psychiatric care. I’m really too paranoid to go to California with him paying for it.
Then he said he and his live-in aid would come here.
I made a pass at him when I was 19, but he politely turned me down. I didn’t have sex with a guy until I was 21. He’s gay too. He’s 15 years older than me. My Mom was 22 when I was born. I guess he turned me down out of respect for my family.