This is by no means a political blog. But I will weigh in on the current issue of gay marriage. I'm for it. I have seen a "death do us part" scenario.

It is no secret that I have a gay brother. I have not emphasized it because he doesn't either.

For ten years in Dallas I shared space with my brother and his partner. When I became unhappy there, they brought me here, and delivered me to happiness. My brother's partner died ten years ago of lymph cancer. Nothing has been right with him since.

My brother, one of five, tried to commit suicide when he accepted that he was gay after he came home from Viet Nam. Now, he is nearly sixty (one of the lucky ones), and comfortable with himself. Lonely, maybe, but not self-destructive. When I asked him about gay marriage, he said that about 98 percent of his acquaintance flees from the idea. He is indifferent to the issue.

He and his partner had done necessary legal work -- wills, affidavits, ect. -- when his partner died. I remember him feeding his partner cream soups and high-calorie anything to keep him alive.

I can't deny that.