Right now, experiencing the pleasure of resting in his arms, as he watches me with endearment; his gentle touch calming me; the stars shining above us: I finally dared to hope.
The wisdom in my Grandpa's words had given me strength: forgiveness for what I had done had to come from inside me. Now that I have finally taken refuge in the creativity, i have begun to respect life a lot more.
The reunion with the family was anything but peaceful, however, the friendship that we'd forged over the years, the faith that we had in one another, even without us knowing it, played its sweet music.
If he could have confidence in me, i would strive to learn how to...
How to what? Now that's another story altogether!