Our family was irrevocably changed on the second day of Succoth, a few months ago, when our child told us that he is gay. Even though we suspected that may be the source of his depression over the last several years, the words which he spoke, "OK I am gay," cut through to our innermost being. From that moment, our family as we knew it, no longer existed.
It is now eight weeks later and there are times when it all seems to have been just a dream when I heard those words uttered "OK I am gay."
He is still the same warm, bright and loving son that he has always been. That has not changed. We love him and we have pledged to always support him in all of his endeavors.
So why does it hurt so much?