When my Dad's sister (first of his family) passed away, in the mid 90's, and whilst I was in college, I decide to blurt it all out. Literally, there and then, right before the funeral (it wasn't for the need of a chance but just, it felt right)
Now, my mam (to this day will testify that she always knew or thought, that I was gay), just stood there, letting me ramble off whilst my Dad watched my mam look at me with the kind of face, only a mam could have towards her son (I knew this? Kitchen door with panelled glass), and a couple of years after he passed away, the truth came out and she told me the above.
Coming out? I swear to God, I wish it was something like mine. My Mam, I knew she wouldn't give a sho**e. My Dad? I thought, would go completely ballistic? but he didn't... (and he was a man's man, no bull like), we never know...but he was my Dad though
But that's just my story....