My father died Wednesday night. He's been bedridden, paralyzed, and tube fed for nearly five years, so it was more release than tragedy.
Those of you who know my story will understand the miserable mix of emotions his passing has caused. The whole guilt and forgiveness issue shoved itself right up my nose into my forebrain. All the good memories are so tainted by the nasty ones that strolling down memory lane with my siblings is an exercise I confess I find to be a bit strenuous.
A friend sent me this link to a wonderful article on forgiveness and what it means to abuse survivors. I hope any of you who are living with effects of abuse can benefit from it as much as I have today.