My Dad died 5 years ago. Whilst he tolerated my sexuality he never embraced it or saw me in the same light as he had before I came out. He told me, on one occasion, that he had not known any queer people as a young man, that there were none. Queer made him uncomfortable and couldn’t seem to understand that all he had to do was...nothing. He didn’t have to approve or applaud. He didn’t need to have an opinion on my straight siblings, just apply the same benign indifference: But he couldn’t and one day, sadly, he told me was too old to learn anything new and we never spoke of it again.