ForgivenessI am a stranger in this crowd of friends and family, an intruder breaching these sacred walls.
I sit alone at the back of the room, in the corner I go unnoticed as I raise my eyes for just a moment and watch the tears leak from a mothers eyes. Next to her I see a brother try to hold his back, eyes glistening as he stares ahead both immersed in the moment and distant in his mind, he won’t hold them back much longer.
I dip my head down and stare at my hands, I know I should at least feel some sorrow for them, but I can’t make myself feel it. Is it for this family that I look away, to allow them to grieve in peace, or is it for me to continue my status as an unnoticed intruder, to avoid making eye contact and being called out on the lack of grief in my own eyes.
The speaker stumbles over his words, and I tune in to his story of life and friendship and laughter. I wonder for a moment if this man, this friend, knows, even a little of what I know.
Maybe he does and this is just n Forgiveness
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