Do we need to know our parent’s stories? Do their stories need to be resolved in order to provide Forgiveness? Can we just create our own story independent of theirs?
It reminded me of when I was young, and the things that I put myself through because of the fact that I did not know my dad’s story. I only knew the end as far as it pertained to me. I recall making stories up in my mind about what could have happened to him. Looking back, I caused myself such anguish imagining all of the ‘What if’ scenarios.
When you have an active imagination, such as I do you can dream up some pretty convincing stories. But each of them just made me feel worse, and the ending always reached the same conclusion. He didn’t love me enough to stay. I made it about me, but it never is.
I just knew that after that fateful night, when he was taken away as I described in The Web of Life he did not return. I know that my Mom went to visit him at the hospital where he was taken but that is where the story ends. At least the story that was shared.