Come sit...(continued)

Even after he died, he was still there. He never really went away. Time passed and her life moved on. She dealt with her past the best she knew how. From time to time the aftermath and pain of her childhood always had a way of coming to surface. Eventually, she learned that talking about it helped her a lot. She was finally able to release alot of what she had suppressed over the years, and the pain became less. However, even after therapy and 30 plus years, she still felt unsettled about this man and all that he had done to her. The thought of this man, the man that she once called "Grandpa", still haunted her on occasion. Always leaving her with anxiety, depression, tears and pain. One day, not so long ago, she decided it was time to put it all behind her. She wanted to be done with this once and for all. No more feelings of shame, no more feelings of guilt, no more hate. She wanted to be free. Free from the anger. It was no longer going to consume her! She refused it. You see, she had learned that the only way to release herself from him, was to forgive him. Once she made the decision to do so, she knew it was the right one. On a beautiful, sunny Monday in the middle of August, in the presence of a loved one, an ordained minister, and God, she forgave her grandfather for ALL he had done. There was prayer and tears, there were hugs and smiles, and best of all, there was a quiet peace. For she, the little girl with the big green eyes and the young woman with the medium brown hair, was finally free.

The End.

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