you walked into that silence and stood there, fully present. I understand why you wrote no regrets. You brought your whole self to that place. You claimed kinship where it belongs—without permission, without needing those letters to align with truth. You already knew.
Sometimes silence carries presence when words cannot hold what must be held. You offered that presence.
Thank you for bringing this here, for letting us see through your eyes, through the step you chose to take. It matters. You matter. You are not standing alone.
I know this act, too. I have done it—for myself. I stood, and I broke silence at my parents’ graves. I spoke what had long waited. And I stood as I needed to stand.
That is so upsetting about the name. Even in death, misunderstood and unheard.
Robin—
you walked into that silence and stood there, fully present. I understand why you wrote no regrets. You brought your whole self to that place. You claimed kinship where it belongs—without permission, without needing those letters to align with truth. You already knew.
Sometimes silence carries presence when words cannot hold what must be held. You offered that presence.
Thank you for bringing this here, for letting us see through your eyes, through the step you chose to take. It matters. You matter. You are not standing alone.
I know this act, too. I have done it—for myself. I stood, and I broke silence at my parents’ graves. I spoke what had long waited. And I stood as I needed to stand.
So sad -- but thank you for your witness
Ughhh. I didn't know that about his grave. Grateful for your testimonial, heartbreaking though it is.
Beautiful, Robin. Thank you for leaving a T vial for Brandon, I can feel him feeling the deep care in that simple act of accompaniment. 🩵🩷🤍🏳️⚧️🩵🩷🤍