Rodney’s 90-year-old grandmother had never acknowledged me in the 5 years I’ve known her.
When she was put in the hospital, I told Rodney I didn’t want to go. I had decided that my homosexuality made her uncomfortable. There is no point in trying to force the issue with a 90-year-old woman.
Rodney insisted that I was wrong. He told me that she is a very shy person, and has never been good at socializing with people. He said it was very important that I come with him, so I gave in.
When we walked into the room, I put on my biggest smile and tried to work the charm. I was talkative and social. She talked directly to me, and actually seemed to notice me finally. At the end of our visit, she told Rodney to come back and see her. She then grabbed my hand and told me to come back too.
We had such a good visit that we decided to stop by and see her again before leaving town. I was kind of tired, so I didn’t say much. Then she said to Rodney “So what does your partner do for a job?”
PARTNER?!
Where did she learn that word? I couldn’t believe my ears. I perked up and starting telling her about my job. She then used the word again. WHAAAAT?
Before we left, she nudged me and said “I want to see you again. You’re my grandson too.”
I was touched by what she said. She has never acknowledged or discussed the fact that Rodney is gay. Now she’s using the term “partner” and calling me her “grandson.” It was a day I’ll never forget.
If a 90-year-old woman can accept us for who we are, I might just have a little more faith in this world. Evolution takes place every day. I witnessed it myself.