I posted several months ago, the occasion for my coming out. The news of the death of a childhood friend, who I'd been intimately close to through adolescence. My childhood protector. That I'd been in love with him... Got the news from his partner... his earliest girlfriend, they'd gotten togther post divorces and death of spouses. I wrote to her... that on news of his death I realised.. or admited... like a revelation, a lifetime of denial I could no longer shut out... that I had been in love with him. And in mourning, that I'd not been able to tell him that. I felt that he would have understood, from our most recent get togethers. I got no response. Until today. She said...yes. He would have understood. The one remaining outstanding piece in my coming out. This was a good day.
