Published: August 29, 2018
It has taken 20 years but I think the need to meet came down to a simple thing: acknowledgment and forgiveness
The 22nd of September is a date that is forever seared into my mind. For those who know me this would seem a little odd as I have never been good with dates or anniversaries. Even my children’s birthdays I have trouble recalling easily. I don’t know why.
But the 22nd I will never forget. Even the sight of the number 22 makes me recoil. The reason for this is that the 22nd of September is when my sister was killed in a car accident. Everything changed then. Everything became entangled. Everything became creased. This has been the case for nearly 20 years.
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