I hate that I make an ugly woman, I just want to be seen. -Drew Funderburk
Drew Austin Funderburk
June 27th, 1979 - July 13th, 2023
Drew & Lynn
July 12th, 2012 - July 13th, 2023
Married - November 21st, 2015
About Drew in Drag
This site is for my husband and me.
He wanted to be seen.
I wanted to be heard.
So I invite you—I invite you in—to see and listen to my truth.
It’s not always pretty. But it’s real. It’s built from love, threaded with loss, and stitched together by hope.
Listen. See. Please.
And if someone in your world needs a little hope too, share this with them.
Thank you for your time.
My Husband
Disclaimer - He is intoxicated.
What Now?
My plan for the future was set—and accepted. But in the wake of all the heartbreak and loss, I kept asking myself, “What now?”
As I moved through my grief, I started thinking about the dreams I had as a kid. I started learning what things I actually enjoyed doing. And I thought (because I love doing that)... and I wrote.
I am healing.
Here’s what I have so far—or at least, as much as I’m willing to share.
I’ve always wondered what my IQ is. As a child, I honestly dreamed of joining Mensa. That was my kid dream. So let’s see—fingers crossed. I bought the practice test but haven’t taken it yet. I’m working on brain exercises to prepare… and procrastinating, thanks to crippling test anxiety. You know, just another normal day. Hahaha.
The biggest thing that’s come out of all of this is that I seem to have found my voice. I’ve discovered a love of writing. I realized I have a lot to say—and a lot of stories.
Drawing on my own life, I now have the concept for a book. And I even have the bones for a second one. And tons of short stories.
I have new dreams and new plans for a different kind of future. I want to venture more into business—and I hope to create a 501(c)(3) one day.
And if my dreams don’t pan out? Well, at least I have a 25-year work history in accounting to fall back on. Like the good little Jew my mama raised. Hahaha.
I’ve finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up:
A priority.
I realized I had been living in survival mode for so long—even before I met Drew. I sort of always had my ears back, in a constant state of fight or flight.
But I don’t feel that way anymore. I am learning that "I am enough" - so difficult. ugh. haha.
I want to go to my husband’s grave and visit him. I want to talk with him—more than I already do.
I’m working on my highway anxiety—because, you know, it gets painful driving white-knuckled with clenched teeth and a tense body for too long.
I have a lot of anxieties. And I get overstimulated.
But I’m learning that my anxieties are just my body warning me that I’m reaching a boundary.
Some boundaries are hard-set.
Some can be pushed.
For example—I used to fear the grocery store. I hadn’t been in one for, I don’t know, eight years? (Maybe a handful of times, but never by myself.)
I can do that now. I can go to the grocery store alone.
I still get overstimulated by all the options, the lights, the people…
But I plan ahead.
I’m working on restaurants next. They’re still a little difficult for me.
But it’s a work in progress.
Honestly - after everything - I am just really tired of people being mean to me, especially those that disguise it as love.
I loved my husband—fully and unconditionally.
I happily did his makeup. I always accepted him.
And I will always love him.
I’ve always lived on hope. (I knew its counterpart, disappointment, all too well.)
If you need hope?
I got you.
I can give hope.
If you want to text me - feel free to do so.
My phone number is 704.770.5138.
If you want to email me - click the button - My email is LynnLevine@gmail.com.
Lynn & Boogie
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