May you always know the door is open.
May you find a soft acceptance of your mistakes and those of others.
And may you know I couldn't stay angry
that I long to know what happened
and what *you* think happened.
May you assume the best and listen to others with caution.
Know that grief opened a space so big in me.
I won't suffer a harsh word about you (though none are spoken).
And I'm not ashamed of trying and failing. We're just people. We aren't that important!
But love and friendship are important.
I'm just so sorry we were hurt.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I didn't feel powerful.
I felt powerless. Somewhat by choice.
I don't have to understand.
It's impossible for me to reconcile, so I stick with what I know:
You are good.
I'm sorry.
I'm changed, forever.
Thank you, friend.
Photo : Magic on a Wire by Frances
Image Description: [Two lines of birds on telephone wires against a blue sky with a waxing moon above them]