Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

but the acknowledgment. The recognition that I’d mattered, that those early years had value, that I deserved to be remembered.

“Thank you,” I whispered to his memory. “And I’m sorry too. For not fighting harder. For letting you go so easily. For not realizing sooner that we were both choosing the wrong things.”

But maybe that was the point. Maybe we’d continue reading …