Chapter Four: Purpose
March 23, 2008
Trying to hold back the tears, I gently let go of grandpa’s hand and walked out of the room.
I can feel him tear my heart apart
I can feel him heal my soul
I can feel him in me
He tore my heart apart, but healed my soul
I can feel him live in me
We were one soul
I understand the purpose
I can’t change me, but I can feel the power to do good
I can feel the purpose
The purpose to do good despite the mountains to trek
I came in trying to find out if grandpa’s secret and the subsequent rumor that stretched across generations was true. I did not find that answer, but I found something greater. I realized that it doesn’t matter who you are. It doesn’t matter who or what defines you. You mean something to someone, you mean something to the world so long as you find your purpose and do good.
It doesn’t matter that I am gay or grandpa had a secret that destroyed his relationships. We can’t change who we are, but all that mattered was if we found our purpose in life and did good. He did. That is what I strive for.