Okay, okay, I know that I’m way too late to the party with this post but I was internet free last weekend while camping and then my storage space was full on the blog so I had to upgrade before I could post.
I can’t explain what has been going on in my mind and heart with regards to the marriage referendum in Ireland.
I am so unbelievably proud of my small country for proving how awesome, open and welcoming we are. There have been many moments when I’ve just had tears in my eyes reading all about the referendum.
I’m sure that this referendum has allowed so many people to come out of the closet and in to open arms. These last couple of months have made being gay in Ireland something to be proud of and that really does bring tears of joy to my eyes. Especially since homosexuality was illegal until 1993 in Ireland.
I am also proud of our older generation. Many people thought that the older generation would vote no to marriage equality but they were proven wrong. As I have read, this wasn’t about choosing between religion and equality, this was about choosing family and community.
I am sad that I didn’t have a chance to vote in this life changing referendum. It is something that I imagine future generations will talk about when learning about it in History books and I’ll have to say that I didn’t cast a vote.
If you don’t know, well, unfortunately Irish people can only vote in Ireland, there is no such thing as voting at an embassy or through a postal vote.
But all that matters right now is that the right side won. My wonderful nephew, who went door to door having to explain himself and his life to strangers, will now someday get to marry. And for that, I’m forever grateful.