“I wish I’d started sooner.”
He smiled.
“So do I.”
“But you started.”
And sometimes…
That’s where healing begins.
Today, the graduation invitation hangs framed in my hallway.
Not because my grandson graduated.
But because four handwritten words reminded an old man that forgiveness isn’t earned by being perfect.
Sometimes…
It’s offered simply because someone decides the story doesn’t have to end with regret.
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