I fix machines all day, but I can't fix my gay son...

[Playinghardball]

Listen to this story from the Being Liberal Facebook...

Terence Coogan: Way back in 1975, only six years after Stonewall, my dad asked me one June afternoon to join him in a round of golf -- on Father's Day weekend. I was nineteen at the time. While we were far away from prying eyes and ears my father looked intently into my eyes and told me (he did not ask me) that I was a homosexual. Dad probably didn't realize the term gay meant anything but blithe or happy. "How do you know?" I asked through my tears. "Because you are my son, and I love you." He told me that I could not pretend to be someone else, that that road would only lead me to sorrow. He wanted me to know that he could never think of me other than one of his cherished children and that he would always be there for me. On that Father's Day weekend nearly 40 years ago my father gave me a gift I treasure to this day. He wanted me to be happy, no different than for any of his other six children. Dad died two months later on August 20, 1975 -- he was only 56. Years later I lamented to my Mother that I was sad Dad had not lived to see how much his gift meant to me. She assured me he knew.

[Just Saying]

1. So beautiful!

Very moving!

[Skittles]

3. wow - see my post below

same thoughts, same time

[Just Saying]

5. Great minds and all that!

We should all be so lucky to have a dad like this!

[Skittles]

2. .

so beautiful

[LondonReign2]

4. I was extremely happy to be fooled by the title

[SlipperySlope]

6. K&R

Touching story...

[xchrom]

7. Du rec. Nt

[LuvNewcastle]

8. That has got to be one of the nicest stories I've ever heard.

Thanks for sharing.

[DCKit]

9. What that would have meant to me at that age.... nt