i am thinking about loss.
(the hardest thing a mother can do is know that she did not do right by her child.)
forgiveness.
loneliness. i wonder if my mom was lonely.
a good friend of mine, young man, shared his thoughts on this matter. we try to forgive what a parent maybe, or someone else we love, has done to or not done to us that hurt us. that tore us apart.
we forgive because if we don't, we aren't free to love anymore.
this friend echoed one of my thoughts: we'll have a party. what is not a celebration, loss, becomes a celebration, change.
cuba
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