Last night, my sister and I attended a “BIG, GAY WITNESSING” for two of the most incredible humans I have ever met in my life.
Josh and Isaac (or #josaac2016, as we are hashtagging them) have been in my life since 2005, if my old lady brain serves me correctly. Isaac and I met singing Opera together. He’s tall, slender, elegant, and his golden heart radiates his entire being. You can feel his beautiful, graceful energy a mile away.
I have only known him as a couple. Josh had already stolen his heart in a chance meeting at Starbucks. What a perfect, modern-day love story.
3 years ago, amidst the foolishness of California taking an embarrassingly long time to stubbornly decide to be on the right side of history, #josaac2016 seized an opportunity to get married in a brief window of repeals. It was small and simple – just immediate family. No party. No honeymoon. No flower girl. Just a cake and two simple rings, gifted to them.
Last night was their 3-year anniversary, and they were finally able to have the fancy wedding they had always dreamed of. My sister and I were lucky enough to be in attendance. We were at a table that Josh aptly named “Drama Queens,” along side our Opera cohorts from all those years ago. The table included our director, Mark, who brought us all together; a man who has affected my life for the better, since I stepped into his voice class when I was 15 years old.
During the reception, the grooms gave a breathtaking tribute to the victims from the Pulse Nightclub Massacre in Florida.
The wedding party scattered from the stage and randomly handed out tags with a name of each victim.
Just like that.
In less than 60 seconds.
My sister and I sat next to each other and we each received a tag. 49 tags in a party of 120.
No order. No choice. No plan.
Just random selection.
I was handed Brenda McCool, a mother of 11 and a cancer survivor. My epically beautiful sister was handed Antonio Brown, an Army Captain.
Their deaths make NO SENSE.
Josh somehow managed to give an incredible speech without collapsing in a heap of messy tears, like I would have, and honored each victim. I would like to believe they joined us for the party. It was a beautiful, heartbreaking, gut wrenching tribute. THAT is magic at its finest.
Last night was a perfect example of pure love, acceptance, understanding, family, and magic…
…and don’t forget music…
Josh surprised Isaac by coordinating the cast of the production of R.E.N.T. with whom Isaac just performed. They filed out from behind a curtain lighted in fushia and sang “Seasons of Love.” And we sang and we cried.
No matter what you do with your life, don’t forget to love. Even if you don’t believe in marriage or “traditional love,” (whatever that means) just share goodness and love and light. You, and the world, will be better for it.