Our Past is becoming Our Future. Personally. As a family.
Enough time has passed to enable us to build some bridges and repair broken connections.
That’s more cryptic than you’ll ever know. It relates to the death of my Dad, our work and beyond.
For me/myself/I : this is a lesson I’m still having to learn.
The BS still rains/reigns.
Don’t look back in anger, I heard you say.
Sorry. BUT | Raw. Bleeding. Wounds.