12/25/2012 11:39 am ET Updated Feb 02, 2016

New York Time's Frank Bruni Writes About His Father's Journey On Gay Marriage

FOR a long while, my father's way of coping was to walk quietly from the room. He doesn't remember this. I do. I can still see it, still feel the pinch in my chest when the word "gay" came up -- perhaps in reference to some event in the news, or perhaps in reference to me -- and he'd wordlessly take his leave of whatever conversation my mother and my siblings and I were having. He'd drift away, not in disgust but in discomfort, not in a huff but in a whisper. I saw a lot of his back.

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