Walked And Talked

Relationships with family... even when destroyed... lye dormant, sleeping, waiting for the sun... but a sun that might not ever come... because sometimes... no one is brave enough to be the hero... and you aren't the right guy to have them let you be the hero.

I had a great day with my cousin. I learned about mushrooms, lichen and grandma. I'm not angry about what she did to me... She doesn't hurt me at all... but she reminds me of someone else who's gone and I didn't get to know. You are left guessing at who they were... a villain... a loving person... a fool... someone who didn't care enough to do the right thing... weak... or someone just like you who didn't realize they were making a mistake.

You go one how they felt when you were around them as a kid. You remember soft hands and affection and care. You let go of what everyone says about them and decide that's who they were to you. You leave the rest behind... and you know that if they had it all to do again they would have made it right.