As we were going through it, there were extremely few people who just forgave and accepted me without any indication of any struggle they may have had to do so. Don't get me wrong: I treasure beyond telling each person who has forgiven me regardless of how much they had to work through to reach that point. I well appreciate how difficult that can be.
The very first time that I saw our nephew Chuck when we were able to go home, he walked directly toward me and silently hugged me. I will always remember how welcome his acceptance of me - while clearly not condoning what I had done - made me feel.
I love and miss you, Chuck. Pray for me.
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