Reflections

It is 12:05am now. The last entry was written nearly three hours ago. Piers has not had an easy time of things tonight, and it finally occurred to me why.

As I lay back in the tub, reading a book, there was a scene in which a boy confronted his harsh, hateful grandmother about something she had done to hurt his family. The same has happened with us in the far distant past, yet it keeps rearing its head to hurt us again and again.

Anyone who has been a reader for a while knows that we have always had a strained relationship with Daddy’s mother, Nanny. It seems that some of the problems brought about by her difficulties with my mother’s life after my father’s death have left us permanently scarred, in some ways. I believe in recovery, though. I pray for it.

Please forgive the last entry. Piers knows he was wrong to write it, and he wishes forgiveness from one and all, especially all in Mikey’s body.

A lot of love and the best of wishes,

Barbara Jean