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Wednesday, 14 December 2005



I haven't words to express the pain and pride I feel right now, not that I have a right to either.

You've described my own feelings about forgiveness perfectly. It's not about the other person, it's about you. And it doesn't mean you EVER forget.


That's awful that it happened, but glad you seem to be coming to terms with it, as much as one can. Very difficult to forgive, I'm sure. I recently wrote a series of short stories on experiences with my now-dead uncle, but nothing like what you went through.


Wow. I don't know what to say. I read this kind of hoping it was an update about your meeting with GGK! Quite a bit heavier.

I guess I can see how and why you supressed this for so long... although I can't remotely fathom what it must be like to have to still maintain cordial contact with him knowing what you do.

Maybe he got help ... or maybe he came to terms with his own demons. I guess if he hasn't slipped up after so many years, and is still with your grandmother, that's a possibility.


Just wanted you to know I read this. It is good to forgive, I agree. It feels good to get it out in the open I bet.

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