My dad lived a lie. Im determined my kids wont have to do the same.
A few days before my dad died, he finally admitted he was gay.
I walked into his hospital room to find a frail man with skin as yellow as a “Simpsons” character, an effect of his failing liver, with a look of childlike fear on his face. It wasn’t death he was afraid of, at least not at that moment. My dad was terrified of how I’d react to hearing he’d been lying all along.
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