In two weeks and six days, i’m going to have to brace myself for something I never wanted to experience in life. It hurts but it’s where I need to be. I hate guns, and that will never change. 

The other day Slim Jim and I went to lunch and he told me a story about his teacher-which I will not mention on here because it’s brutal and not my place. Ultimately it lead to forgiveness. And I got to thinking as I always do. 

Why did I forgive them? Where in the spirit does forgiveness come from? It’s not like I’m fighting myself on my inability to hate the people that destroyed EVERYTHING, I just don’t understand where it comes from. And is it worse to not forgive yourself for things you never did?

 

Oh where oh were could my baby be
The lord took him away from me
He’s gone to heaven so I’ve got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world♥

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