It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. - Krishnamurti
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
My parents split when I was young. Dad moved out on my 13th birthday because my mother gave him an ultimatum that he couldn't live up to. I hated him for that... for far too long. My father was a good man who just didn't know how to do it differently than he was. He made mistakes with us that I couldn't forgive and because of that, I wasn't with him when he died.
Now, I don't know how to forgive myself.
I grieve for our lost relationship and the good man that never knew how loved he was. If I have any prayer, it is that he knows now what I never had the strength to tell him in life.