There would be no peace for me, no life for me, until I learned to forgive life for what it had done to me, forgive others for still being alive, and eventually, forgive myself for being alive. --Neil Peart, GHOST RIDER. I wish I had read these words or was told this 31 years ago. I still live my life with the pain of the huge hole in my soul since my parents passed in my teen years. The ghost of my mothers echo of unconditional love carved one side and the ghost of my fathers mentoring carved the other. Over the years the cavern grew deeper without them and their touch. Haunting, yet mocking, ghosts representing what my life could have been and how I was destined to be shaped by trial and error after error after error...and the wind. I have created my own family now and that has patched the hole as best as it can be patched, perhaps strengthening the body housing the wound, but the scar still remains and it is still the most visible part of me. My past and tragedy wears me like a coat.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 05:44:28 +0000
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