If I should have no other night, let it be this one. Let it be filled with the colors of another’s brilliance. With the known love of a friend. With the possibility of me in all that I understand, all that I know, all that I might be.
This is my thanksgiving. This is the moment in which I am absolutely certain who I am, and what I have been given. If nothing else happens for the rest of my life, give me that faint remembrance of what I know to be true.
This is tonight. Tomorrow will be different. Let this realization be what it is.
Jeanne Bessette, thank you.