I remember one night when I was driving through the Smoky Mountains, it was late, I was tired I probably shouldn’t have still been driving. Suddenly around a bend, I saw flames in the distance and in the sky.
Thanks Laura - grief ebbs and flows doesn't it...JFC. I thought the mother from that podcast shared something incredibly brave - that forgiveness doesn't have to be freely given or given at all to live her life. It challenges the perception of who families of crime victims are and how we've painted them with too broad a brush. And, of course made me feel I had permission to not forgive certain things. Acceptance is a balm as much as forgiveness is for some.
Losing my father was devastating and I am sorry you are navigating the same territory.
I support the grieving mom who resists societal pressure to forgive. I don't think I ever could.
Thanks Laura - grief ebbs and flows doesn't it...JFC. I thought the mother from that podcast shared something incredibly brave - that forgiveness doesn't have to be freely given or given at all to live her life. It challenges the perception of who families of crime victims are and how we've painted them with too broad a brush. And, of course made me feel I had permission to not forgive certain things. Acceptance is a balm as much as forgiveness is for some.