I've always thought my grandmother was gay. She was manic depressive and died when lithium, experimental at the time, was taken off market for a while. But also my grandfather was having at least one affair with some total phony bitch who moved in shortly after grandma died. So that might have contributed to grandma's death.
She died when I was a child but whenever I see her picture my gaydar goes off. So I was not surprised, when I came out to my mom in my early 20s, that mom told me she herself was bisexual. Also I've numerous gay cousins.
Looking at some old family photos with one of my lesbian cousins, we came across one of our ancestors who died early, the unlikely story being that she was hit by a bus generations ago. At about the same time both of our gaydars went off and we both commented that we thought she was gay. So that the bus story, which never sat quite right on hearing it, might have been a cover up for suicide, just as my grandmother's death had been covered up for so many years. I was originally told it was a heart attack.
In hindsight too, it makes sense that if my grandmother was lesbian, then probably there wasn't much sex at home for my rather virile grandfather, so why wouldn't he have been cheating so as to be sexually satisfied which might have been impossible in his own home because of her unrealized sexuality. Certainly it questions whether his actions are beyond judging if my grandmother was a closeted lesbian. Which of course, I don't know for certain but would not be surprised to somehow learn.
It's still tough enough. But imagine being gay back then.
Grandma and Grandpa