megapanalo Tiny Love Stories: ‘The Wrong Parent Died’

ImageCredit...Brian ReaHer Rainbow Baby

Mom told me I was her rainbow baby long before she knew I was queer. I was the child after miscarriage, a rainbow, the antithesis of grief. When I confessed my queerness with a racing heart, she was quiet, forehead pinched. I wondered if she was again grieving the loss of a child, the child she thought I was. Then, on my 20th birthday, she sent a package of snacks. She called me later. “Did you get them? They’re rainbow Goldfish, just for you, my rainbow baby.” My friends still don’t understand why I cried over that bag of crackers. — Hannah Mark

ImageTogether in Cape Cod. Happy to be her rainbow baby.Right by the Guard Rail

I traveled west to grad school. Trish went east for a job. Our college romance was over. A few hours into my drive, I turned around, heading into eastern Kentucky to find her. No address,phpgames online only a little mountain community in coal country to search. After stopping at several houses and asking after her, to no avail, I decided it wasn’t meant to be. But then, on my way out of the holler, I spotted her, in her sunshine yellow car, driving toward me. We stopped and talked. I proposed right there alongside the guard rail. Married 47 years. — Mark Estepp

ImageAt a church gathering in Berea, Ky.

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