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chilly late fall day as trees stretched their bare bones up to the pure blue sky and two dogs smelling deliciously of hay and long-dried manure circled my feet held firm to the earth in the thick Ohio underbrush:

I do not need to justify my pain.

This just one clarifying moment on the path to forgiveness.


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What is no longer in my hand
holds tight my heart.

In this quest to forgive,
I am finding out many things about myself.

Some good.

Some not so good.

To forgive, I must fix my "not so good."

Forgiveness is not about absolving you for what you did to me.

Forgiveness is finding peace in me.

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I don't know where the you I knew went.
I just know that person is gone
or buried under some self-inflicted disease.

This I am sure: I am still me.

I will be there for your Dad.