I am siting squarely in the road that forgiving and letting go are two different things. Forgiving is an art of saying what you did is ok, I forgive you. I can’t forgive my Dad for the hell he put me thru when I was young, but letting go and moving on is something I excel at. I could let go with my childhood horoscope and when dad died we were good friends. Did I forgive him no, did I let it go and move on..yes. Not the same thing. They say if your don’t forgive, it eats you up inside….not true. You can let go and still be at peace with the past. You can move on to the future. Dad and I became friends, we spent summers together. When he died March 8, 2000, it was the longest summer I have ever spent. If it hadn’t been for the Harry Potter books I don’t know where I’d be. (that’s another story) I moved one to the furture without holding on to the past. Did I ever say to Dad what you did was alright I forgive you…NEVER? Did I say to him, that we started over. That I cauldron do.
Letting go is good.
