As strong as I may seem from last night post, I am not. I was a crying mess last night - touching old wounds from cancer that I had forgotten about, but that now sent me into an emotional set of rapids of tears. Maybe I am getting better at seeing the hurt, naming it, sharing the story, braking the silence and then letting the emotion go - and maybe - in time - forgiving. Last night I was vulnerable and hurt all over again. This again has been a lesson in feeling the hurt, knowing the poison of these hurt thoughts, addressing them and trying to forgive, both myself and my family.