I remember grieving the loss of membership when I was on that side, and I still find that grief a meaningful expression of love from this side. In fact, it’s surprising to me that it isn’t felt far more universally.
This article is a great representation of understanding and loving outreach. This part was especially generous:
“Twenty-five years ago, I was bishop. A single man, returned missionary, came in to say he was gay. My clueless counsel was to ‘keep coming’. My clueless action was to take none. Every Sunday, I watched for him. Any Sunday I saw him, my heart melted with joy and relief. He’s still here! For twenty-five years he managed to stay. November came. Now, he’s gone.”