Your words brought back so memories of the loss of my father — a man who I tried to love and tried to have love me for nearly 50 years. By the time he passed, I had omitted defeat and walked away — steps that led to freedom from so many controlling, demanding, unrelenting relatives. It was the first step of many. We are stuck with family until we choose to unstick ourselves.
Your piece was brave, powerful, and tragic. Tragic because we, or at least I did, always keep some glimmer of hope for a change of heart, a reconciliation, a demonstration of the love we crave. But, when those aren’t given and the chance is gone, we have a new sort of freedom — a freedom from a haunting dream that will never be realized.
A chain, no matter how light it was, is broken. The past remains, but the future is yours.