Unforgivable Things
I must write this down before I forget about it. Or I must write it down, perhaps, to forget. Everyone has done at least one thing they will never forgive themselves for doing. Regardless of how many hundred people will tell you that it wasn’t your fault and it was God’s will, there is one will well within your control, and the unforgivable thing was that you didn’t use its full potential. Yours. I will never forgive myself for falling apart when my father died. My father’s strength was our family’s strength, and when we lost him, I allowed myself to wallow. I allowed myself to be taken away by the tsunami of horror and grief, forgetting that there may be people hurting more than I was. After his death, I may have subconsciously decided to disengage from life. Sure, once in a while, I resurface. But in my sorrow, I alienated the people who needed me more. My mother, for instance, who knew my father far longer than I did, must have been in more physical pain. And her health, to everyone...