I read the story of the prodigal son. I'm not him, I'm the older brother. I'm bitter, and I can't forgive. I live in envy, and I take it out on those around me. I haven't treated Linda well.
I want to change. I've made many mistakes, nobody can take that from me... it's all my fault, don't tell me otherwise. I'm telling you that I haven't been the man I should be, just nod, and don't try to stop me... this should have been said long ago.
He changed. He fought to love. He found his peace.
Engraved on his stone:
"I knew love, love knew me. And when I walked, love walked with me."
-John Prine
A man that chose to stand up to his demons. I understand you more than ever... I wish I could have really known you, and understood how brave you were. I think we would have really gotten along now...
Today, ten years doesn't seem that long of a time.
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