Thank you for the pleasant conversation. I really am interested in getting this right. Steve is the only transgender person I have known (or known that I know). This is not an issue that is likely to make a big impact in my life, but I want to get my mind used to it if I can.
So, the visitation was today. I should point out that my relationship with Steve is beyond simply teacher/student. I work in a small town and kids join band at 6th grade. I also teach a fifth grade music class, so I meet these munchkins at ten years old and grow them into young men and women. It is very rewarding and many students stay in touch into adulthood. In Steve’s case, I worked with him all the way through school and was instrumental (ha!) in getting him into a good music school. In addition, he is only a few months older than my own daughter. They were good friends through school and he (as Eve) hung out at my house often. When Eve went away to college, she and my daughter naturally drifted apart as their lives took them in different directions. But both had warm memories for each other.
So, the visitation. My wife, daughter, and I went to the funeral home together. As people often do, there were pictures of Steve in the funeral parlor. However, none of the pictures were from before his transition. All of the pictures were from the last few years. The only artifact from his younger years was a recording of him playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D from high school. The music was playing during a video montage of pictures from the past few years. None of the pictures were of him playing the saxophone or of being in band. Band was everything to this kid in school.
My daughter was most upset about the lack of pictures or artifacts from those band years. Our band is very much a family and Eve and my daughter were central figures in that family. It isn’t that my daughter or I feel slighted, it’s that it’s like an important part of Steve’s life is completely unmentioned. It left us feeling almost like we were at the wrong funeral home.
However, Steve’s mom was so glad to see us. She and I worked together quite closely when Steve was in school. She (the mom) was president of our school’s band booster club and we (and my wife) worked together on many things. My wife became the president after Steve’s mom. I believe I represent a very happy time for her and her family. Steve’s mom has suffered the deaths of her husband, father, and only child in the last three years. When she and I were working together, life made sense. Her husband was alive and in reasonably good health and her daughter had a bright future ahead of her. In short order, her daughter began the process of transitioning, her husband got more sick (he had cancer for twenty years before succumbing to the disease), and Steve’s health (not related to the transition) caused her to have to drop out of school. Ultimately, the same cancer that claimed his dad also claimed Steve.
The funeral is tomorrow. My wife, daughter, and I will be attending. Steve was a good guy and the world is an emptier place without him. I hope that my presence during this difficult time will bring comfort to his family.