I've tried to forget certain ghosts for years, thinking they had faded into the woodwork, but then things have a way of resurfacing, like figures in oil that have been painted over.  They slowly bleed out, until one day they materialize right before your eyes and you realize that while some sins are negligible, others are not.

When it came crashing down on me last week, I cried and cried for days.  I don't know what or who for, maybe over the futility of words or gestures. Or maybe for everyone.  What was heartbreaking was that though I had brought down all that grief, I was powerless to undo or repair it.

I learned though, that as I was given a chance, so too should I give others theirs.  Pretty elementary idea, but one that's so easy to forget sometimes.

Thank you Kris for the wishing spaniel. I hope my wish does come true.