“I feel like I’m the person I was meant to be.”
That’s what I thought suddenly, several weeks ago, while driving my dog to the dog park so we could play with all our human and canine friends.
Then my thoughts went to my mother and how, now that she’s been gone for a while (18 months), I’m getting more and more back to my true self. My real self. My happy self.
In the past several months, I’ve started having feelings of forgiveness toward my mother. She’s not off the hook, but I feel forgiveness. It’s an interesting and gratifying experience. All part of the healing process.