C Whiffyen

The Lake

To begin with, my grandmother had died of a stroke over a year ago. My girlfriend, Adeline, had been amazing during this painful time. She was patient and kind, holding my hand through it all. My grandmother had loved Adeline and accepted our relationship from the very beginning, never questioning us or our love for each other. My great-uncle had committed suicide when my grandmother was young because of shame for his sexuality. So when my grandmother had realized mine (claiming to have known I was a lesbian since I was 8-years-old), she became a pillar of acceptance for me.