I read it in black and white print from my son, “I’m gay”, WHAT? How could that be possible? He was a great kid, an outstanding student, he dated girls, and he served a mission so how could THIS be possible? I stayed up late into the night talking to my son. We cried. We hugged. I could no longer stick my head in the sand; I had to face it, up close and personal. It was the beginning of my journey that I am deeply grateful for.