At last he found what his father had been doing. “All the time I thought my father detested me, he actually prayed and wept for me. And in that act, often performed alone and silently, there was compassion. While I danced in some gay disco, my father prayed. While I had sex with nameless men, my father prayed. While I tossed my life away, my father prayed. Every day He prayed the Rosary and I didn’t know it.”
Seeing My Father Pray the Rosary Saved Me from the Ruin of My Homosexuality; a Man's Personal Account
I wonder if the father knew that.