Ain’t Life a Brook (the Afterparty)

Kitt's Backyard BBQ Birthday Bash June 28, 2003

Kitt’s Backyard BBQ Birthday Bash
June 28, 2003

One last post for my friend, Kitt.  I first set eyes on him in 1994.  He passed away on October 12, 2014.  In the photo above, he is the one in the green shirt with white chef’s apron.  His son is on the back row, second from left.  (I am the one sitting down in dark blue sleeveless t-shirt.)  Last night, I attended Kitt’s “afterparty” memorial at the Greenbelt Post 136, The American Legion.  He was a disabled veteran, a graduate of the University of Maryland, an air traffic controller who lost his job in the Reagan era (see This week in history: Ronald Reagan fires 11,345 air traffic controllers), a friend, a father, a neighbor, a leader in GLBT and transgender rights, and a beloved and well-known part of the Greenbelt community.

Kitt Alexander Kling - Obituary

Kitt Alexander Kling – Obituary

My previous posts about Kitt:

The “afterparty” was bittersweet.  The American Legion is close enough for me to walk, but it was frigidly cold.  My ride arrived late, and so I missed the BBQ.  It was good to be reunited again with the guys I transitioned with who have scattered around the DC/MD/VA region, and further afield.  Lots of warm hugs, much needed.  A well done and fitting send off for my friend, Kitt.

The BWA Gang Kitt's "Afterparty" Memorial November 14, 2014 Greenbelt American Legion

The BWA Gang
Kitt’s “Afterparty” Memorial
November 14, 2014
Greenbelt American Legion

Most of the guys in this photo are the same ones from the birthday bash picture in 2003, 11 years later.  See if you can match who is who.  Kitt’s son is kneeling in front, and I am on the end at the right, in white shirt and tie.

This is how I looked after I married my wife:

Terry out bicycling, two months before I moved to the UK. May 2011 -- Greenbelt

Terry out bicycling, two months before I moved to the UK.
May 2011 — Greenbelt

This is how I looked getting ready for the “afterparty” — toll taken by my close encounter with a psychopath:

First time I'd worn a dress shirt and tie in ages....

First time I’d worn a dress shirt and tie in ages….

This is how Kitt looked before transitioning, with his “son” who also transitioned from female to male:

Kitt and Son - Prior to Transitioning

Kitt and Son – Prior to Transitioning

As Ferron, one of Canada’s most famous (lesbian) folksingers, crooned:

Ain’t Life A Brook

I watch you reading a book
I get to thinking our love’s a polished stone
You give me a long drawn look
I know pretty soon you’re going to leave our home
And of course I mind,
especially when I’m thinking from my heart
But life don’t clickety clack down a straight line track
It comes together and it comes apart.
You say you hope I’m not the kind
To make you feel obliged
To go ticking through your time
With a pained look in your eyes
You give me the furniture, we’ll divide the photographs
Go out to dinner one more time
Have ourselves a bottle of wine
And a couple of laughs
And when first you left
I stayed so sad I wouldn’t sleep
I know that love’s a gift, I thought yours was mine
And something that I could keep
Now I realize that time is not the only compromise
But a bird in the hand could be an all night stand
Between a blazing fire and a pocket of skies
So I hope I’m not the kind
To make you feel obliged
To go ticking through your time
With a pained look in your eyes
I covered the furniture, I framed the photographs
Went out to dinner one more time
Had myself a bottle of wine and a couple of laughs
And just the other day
I got your letter in the mail
I’m happy for you, its been so long
You’ve been wanting a cabin and a backwoods trail
And I think that’s great…me…
I seem to find myself in school
It’s all Ok, I just want to say
I’m so relieved we didn’t do it cruel
But ain’t life a brook
Just when I get to feeling like a polished stone
I give me along drawn look
It’s kind of a drag to find yourself alone
And sometimes I mind
Especially when I’m waiting on your heart
But life don’t clickety clack down a straight line track
It comes together and it comes apart.
Cause I know you’re not the kind
To make me feel obliged
To go ticking through my time with a pained look
In my eyes
I sold the furniture, I put away the photographs
Went out to dinner one more time
Skipped the bottle of wine
Had a couple of laughs
And wasn’t it fine….

Lyrics from here.

So, Kitt, I will remember you…

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One Response to Ain’t Life a Brook (the Afterparty)

  1. Teri says:

    It is with great sadness I read about Kitt’s death. We all knew him back in the day before he transitioned. He was our Classmate and our friend. We will miss you,but know I think you are more brave than a lot of people I know for becoming the person you felt you were meant to be. You will be remembered each Reunion along with our other Classmates.
    Teri Barber Elias

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