“Too err is human, to forgive takes restraint; to forget you forgave is the mark of a saint.” — Suzanne Douglass
(Maybe, that is why so few of us are destined for sainthood? Too few who forgive are willing to forget. Maybe, it’s easier when the forgiveness is of the unspoken kind. When I reunited with my father, after 20 + years, there were no apologies . . . and no verbal forgiveness. We just were. We went on to have 15 years of a regular relationship. Be well and do good, friends.) — YUR
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I mostly forgot who or what I’ve forgiven along the years, but that hasn’t the faintest acquaintance with virtue or sainthood: Either I did less than my share of forgiving even in the ‘old good days,’ and/or I hardly remember much anyway. I’m sure I meant to, though, just like the majority of humanity, even if that’s to grant me, if not a visa to a better beyond, then at least the right to comment on the subject. Which, btw, I find fascinating, don’t get me wrong. Wonderful too that you’ve got to spend some quality time with your Dad, seemingly without mutual recriminations. Good theme for today, since Oliver Sacks’ just passed away. He was someone who most definitely taught us a thing or two about how to live (and die) with dignity. Great day to you.
Also, apropos of memory and (mis) remembering things,
http://narrative.ly/memory-games/losing-our-memory-and-finding-each-other/
and this one too
http://narrative.ly/the-spirit-of-storytelling/true-lies/
Don’t forget to enjoy it. Cheers