Behind DEARLY BELOVED

dearlybelovedfor headercoverMarriage strikes hope and terror in the hearts of woman and men. Should I or shouldn’t I? Do I want “happily ever after” or just good enough until something better comes along? Like all human relationships it is constantly changing.

I confess to making DEARLY BELOVED commercial, the main character is gay having a mid-life crisis. Stuck in common issues—taking care of an aging parent, a parents cry for grandchildren. Although Donnie is an undertaker, he fears death. The death of a child triggers the transformation:

Timothy Gregory Lewis looked like a 10-year-old Howdy Doody without the hand up his back. His bicycle raced through the stop sign on Elm and Oak. A tractor-trailer caught the rear bumper and flung him into the air. Landed on the sidewalk. Broken neck. No bruises on the face. Cut like a smile behind his head from ear-to-ear. The accident was over before Leon Vickery, the truck driver, with a 40-year spotless record, traveling well below the 35 mile per hour speed limit, could slam on brakes. “In less than a blink of an eye” was his comment. “As if the boy dropped from the sky.”


Going from being completely materialistic to starting a non-profit is a giant leap. We all ponder the importance of life. Donnie’s journey might be unconventional, but it’s a human one.

Gospel singing drag queens help.

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About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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