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I wish someone had told me what I did not know: that having a living, breathing gay child who challenged me and caused me to be uncomfortable and uneasy, and whose desires caused me to lose sleep at night because of fear and worry, was vastly, immeasurably, infinitely better than having a gay child who is dead.
No more challenges. No more discomfort. No more worries. At least not the kind we used to have. Instead, all those relatively insignificant emotions were replaced by overwhelming sorrow, paralyzing grief and crushing regrets. Moar
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Date: 2013-08-20 02:18 pm (UTC)I love my kids. I love them for who they are. Whatever or whoever they turn out to be.
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Date: 2013-08-20 06:19 pm (UTC)K.
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Date: 2013-08-21 02:00 am (UTC)