Until people are willing to love a transgender person as a family member, we will still be visited by the same Ghosts of Christmas past every year. We will still be plagued by all the statistical ills that seem to define the transgender community.
He cared for me and my sister every day while my mom was at work. He encouraged us to be assertive and fearless tree climbers and communicators. And he taught us to be open-minded and accepting of others, because Dad was also transgender.