I realized this space between us was not something blocking a connection -- a gap in the emotional circuit. It was just space, a space which had given my father the opportunity to see me clearly. And now, I could finally see him back.
I always assumed the years of hiding my truth from my dad didn't matter, that once I came out to him we'd have all the time in the world to reconcile our opposing viewpoints. Instead, closure was another thing we didn't get to share.
Over the past few months my wife has been asked numerous times what I think about our 7-year-old son identifying as gay. The idea that I would be disappointed/angry/suicidal that my son identifies as gay offends me, both as a father and simply as a human.