My butch bucket list

A friend’s husband died a few weeks ago.

We are going to the funeral tomorrow.

I’ve read several versions of the eulogy.

Each time, I’ve been struck by one line.

The man who died was puzzled by the concept of the bucket list. This was a foreign concept to him, because he lived his bucket list. As a result, he left this world with no regrets.

I wonder how many of us can say that.

I have always been a late bloomer. I didn’t come out until my 30s and often regret time lost being young and carefr...