I was raised in a foster home, and when I came out of the closet a few years ago, my entire foster family disowned me. I was depressed to the point that I didn't think I wanted to live any more. Yesterday I got a call from my biological Grandmother, telling me how proud she is of me, and how much she loves me, no matter who I am. My Grandmother is 87 years old, and holds a bachelor's degree in biblical theology. The fact that she is able to understand how life really is MMD