At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

softly, coming to sit beside me.

“That’s a gift you’ve given yourself, not her,” he observed. “Compassion and understanding that free you from carrying old resentments.”

“The same could be said about forgiving you,” I pointed out, taking his hand. “Choosing to move forward rather than staying trapped in hurt.”

His expression grew serious, uncertain.

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