Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Letting go...

after twenty-five years.

This will probably be unfair to share because I'm going to leave out a lot of information. About twenty-five years ago something happened to me at school. Everyone, including myself, was shocked. Very few people know what happened that day and most who do know don't know all the details (too painful for me even today). I still had horrible thoughts of this person to this day. Well, maybe not today.

I was on Facebook this morning when I saw one of my friends had a new friend. I recognized the name instantly and wanted to take a peek at her pic. She had not changed much on the outside. She was not the enemy, but her cousin was. I looked at her friends and there was the enemy. I clicked. It was a good pic of her and her whole family: a navy husband and two children. I think today I can let it go simply because if she is not in jail, then I know she has changed. I almost wish her well.

Maybe now I can heal...

2 comments:

Sonny said...

People do ignorant and stupid things early in their lives only to one day grow up and be very descent people. I was terrorized and bullied in grammar school by people that were "better" than me. Now those same people are friends of mine (could be because I now tote a gun)and some are not...LOL. Oh well! You're right sis, you gotta let go and look to the future. But I have to admit...it is fun seeing some of the "not" friends in jail and/or taking them to jail....now that is a hoot!

Marsha said...

I believe when you stay where you were, you are given great chances like that. However, I was gone for four years to college, then moved away after that. I only had a few good friends in high school. And this person was neither a friend or enemy until that day. I gave her no real thoughts until that moment. Then decisions had to be made. I made mine after she made hers. Healing has not come. I hope it does. I would like to let it live in the past, so I can focus on the good things. One moment in life is sometimes all it takes to create a lasting, and painful, memory.

Thank you for your words though. I do appreciate it.