The Melon Group was a crowd of friends that began in a small community as a support group. The members had found themselves there as a collective of the LGBTQI+ Community. They ranged from 18 to 80+ and had watched people come and go. Sadly, the group was gathering after attending the funeral of the Melon Group founder, Bennie. He had been the one back in 1981 who had posted an ad in the local paper inviting all the rainbow family members to join him for snacks and treats in the local park. It was a risky move in those days, but Bennie was like that; he took chances. Chances like that gave life to many of the hidden townspeople, who did not have anyone to turn to.

There was Joanne, a closeted lesbian, until 1984 when the help of Bennie’s meetings in the park gave her the courage to confront her family. Thanks to Bennie, Jill, her partner, met her at the park. Jon and Mike, a gay middle-aged couple, found support with the group after relocating to the community for their jobs. Then there were Jett and Freida, who were transgender. They found love from the group when their families had disowned them.
Others, too many to mention, had been through the Melon Group over the years. As they sat in a local coffee shop and began to recall the years that had passed, memories flooded back of those who had once been part of their vibrant community but were no longer there.
Paul, an older gentleman among the first members, always had a warm smile and a knack for baking the best cookies. He had passed away a few years ago, but his recipes lived on in the group, a sweet reminder of his presence. Maria, a young transgender woman, had found solace in the group after escaping an abusive household. She eventually moved to a big city to chase her dreams of becoming an artist, but her sporadic visits and heartfelt messages kept her close to everyone’s hearts.

Bennie, though, was the heart and soul of the Melon Group. His courage and vision created a safe space where none had existed. His laughter was infectious, and his wisdom, always shared with a twinkle in his eye, guided many through their darkest days. Bennie had a way of making everyone feel seen, heard, and loved. He remembered every birthday, celebrated every milestone, and comforted every sorrow. His passing left a void that felt impossible to fill.
The Melon Group wasn’t just a support group but a lifeline. In those early days, gathering in the park was an act of defiance, a statement of existence in a world that often refused to acknowledge them. Over time, the group became a second family. They celebrated, grieved, and, most importantly, stood by each other through thick and thin.

Samantha, a bisexual woman who had joined in the late ’90s, recalled how Bennie had helped her through her messy divorce and subsequent custody battle. “Bennie always knew what to say,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “He had this way of making you feel like everything was going to be okay, even when it felt like the world was falling apart.”
Jacob, who recently came out as non-binary, shared how Bennie had encouraged them to embrace their true selves. “Bennie saw me,” Jacob said. He saw the real me even before I did. He gave me the strength to be honest with myself and the world.”

The Melon Group had seen countless faces over the years: people who found a place to belong, who found love and acceptance, who found the courage to be themselves. Bennie’s legacy lived on in each of them, in the connections they made, and in the lives they touched.

As they sat in that coffee shop, sharing stories and laughter through their tears, they knew Bennie’s spirit was with them. They vowed to continue his work, keep the Melon Group alive and thriving, and be the beacon of hope and love that Bennie had always been.
The Melon Group had weathered many storms but stood firm, a testament to the power of community, love, and the enduring impact of one man’s dream. Bennie may be gone, but his light shone brightly in the hearts of all who had known him, and in the Melon Group, that light would never fade.
