My
transformation
had
countless
facets
but
there
is
one
miracle
in
my
healing
that
stands
at
the
summit
of
the
mountain
I
climbed
with
Brian’s
help.
One
that
sheds
light
on
all
the
others:
I
forgave
my
dad,
20
years
in
the
grave,
without
him
ever
saying
he
was
sorry.
I
forgave
him
for
abandoning
me
when
he
was
supposed
to
be
my
greatest
protector.
I
forgave
the
angry
words
he
spewed
in
my
direction
that
were
more
powerful
than
a
steely
punch
in
the
face.
I
forgave
him
for
all
I
didn't
have
growing
up,
material
and
immaterial.
I
forgave
him
as
the
source
of
my
doubt
and
terror
around
the
uncertainty
of
life.
I
forgave
the
endless
nights
of
drunken
rage,
hallucinations,
and
even
for
driving
drunk
on
the
wrong
side
of
the
road
late
at
night
with
my
little
sister
and
I
crouched
down
in
the
back
seat
of
the
car
as
I
prayed,
“Please
God,
help
us
get
home
without
dying."
I
forgave
the
money
he
wasted,
the
pittance
he
stole
from
my
piggy
bank
to
buy
cigarettes
and
booze.
I
forgave
him
for
giving
me
life
and
then
not
supporting
me
in
it.
I
forgave
the
name-‐
calling
and
his
disappointment
in
me.
I
forgave
until
the
heavy
backpack
of
guilt
and
shame
was
gone.
All
by
asking
for
and
taking
help
from
someone
who
wanted
to
help
me.
All
by
letting
Brian
hear
and
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