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Well, let's see:
Just weeks after 9/11, I contacted someone from my past who I loved intensely for several great but rocky years. I was supposed to fly home on 9/11 and was delayed a week in a safe place (don't ask for the gory details). One thing kept crossing my mind, was He safe and sound and would our country be forever different. This person was someone I was compelled to find before I die because I wanted to know if he was the one "who got away". That's the way 9/11 struck me. I was dealing with those end of your life reflections and regrets. Now that I know he's fine and comfortable and I feel like life is going to be just fine for me also. It's too bad I found out the truth so late in my life. For me this was a revelation of immense porportions.
Sometimes the only way to heal your heart is to make contact and say what needed to be said. Even if the words are, "I'm sorry I broke your heart, please forgive me."
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