I live in a small town, and as far as I know nothing is happening here. In the next town - 75 miles away - there will be a vigil Saturday evening. Since I'm not willing to drive the roads that late in bad weather, I won't go to that.
Still, I want to do something to raise awareness of the dangers we, as transgendered, face. It is a small way to remember those who didn't make it, but it is also an attempt to open minds so that those of us still here can perhaps live out our lives safely.
My church begins each service with a chalice lighting. I've asked to do it this Sunday. Here are the words I plan to speak:
"Yesterday, November 20th, was the Twelfth Annual International Transgender Day of Remembrance.
Each year, too many who were born transgendered die in their struggle to free themselves.
The transgendered are a small portion of the population but suffer a high rate of early and violent death.
Some die at their own hands, when they meet too much resistance to their need to live authentically.
Others are murdered, because they dare to live as their true selves.
I light the chalice this morning in the memory of those who were killed this year."
- Kate