January 27, 2016
It breaks my heart to think that he never tried to repair those broken relationships, never took the high and yes, difficult road of forgiveness. Instead, he let the chips on his shoulders weigh him down and let his pride be his guide. I have forgiven him (and myself), but I don't know if everyone else has. I wonder whether he thought of any of that in those last hours when the blood was leaking into his brain, whether he died in a state of regret or shame. I really hope it was a peaceful state of blissful un-being.