To JLH

Áine on June 9th, 2003 filed in Undeliverable

There are still, quiet moments when I think about you… yes, even after these years that have gone by. At the same time, even as I remember that which was pleasant, there is deep pain there too. You made choices you didn’t have to make, but those were your choices, I’ve accepted that. You have to see the results of those choices every morning, at least I’m spared that.

I can’t say, today, that I am no longer angry about the choices you made. I am, when I think about it. But I can say that I don’t think about it very often… I won’t spend my days dwelling on such unpleasantness. Life won’t wait. It moves on.

And, regardless of what you or others may think… there will always be this cord of connection between us that neither time nor distance, indeed nothing, can ever fully destroy. Somewhere, in some distant time perhaps, things will come full circle again… and I will remember… and on that day, the gods of that place will stand on either side of me. Perhaps they will be kind…?

I don’t know if I will be.

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