Everyone waits for my next post, anticipating perhaps some deep insight in regards to my experience with the death of the woman who abused me for so many years – the same woman who I had gone to visit just last year and about whom I wrote I had forgiven. What everyone does not know is that my life now seems to me that it has been like walking through a gallery, familiar with every image along the walls, and I have forgiven the culprit who caused the events displayed in those images in regards to each specific event. I could walk through that gallery, and had numerous times, and knew what to expect – which image would next come into view.
Suddenly, my gallery changed when Norma Jean died in July – almost exactly a year to the day that I had gone to see her. Suddenly there were new images that I immediately recognize, but about which I have long forgotten. And now, I am acutely aware of images hanging in my gallery which are draped with black cloths, just waiting. I stand at the end of the gallery and dare not move lest the slightest breeze cause one of the drapes to slide from its frame and reveal some stale secret.
So to those who wait for a new jewel to come from my most recent experience, your wait, for now, must continue. But I will leave you with this – I do believe that there will be another jewel, possibly more, but like waiting for a diamond, such jewels take time. Right now, I stand and breathe. But I stand. And I breathe.
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