I forgave my father today. I had compassion for him and understood him for the first time. This is an amazing event given that my father cheated on my mother almost my entire childhood, and continued to do so (with some of the nastiest women I ever saw) until his deathbed. Also, my father was proximately responsible for my sister’s death. (Although she shot herself in the head with a 38 caliber pistol at the age of 28, he gave her the gum and ammunition and instructed her to do it. And she did.)
I think you will agree: That’s a lot to forgive. And that does not even include his physical abuse of me (for which I have broken bones), which I do not even place upon the enormous mound of my father’s sins. I do place the sexual abuse of my sister on that mound, though.
And there it is: I apparently believe in sin. At least for my father. Not so much for myself, as I, of course, am a good guy. Or at least I like to think so.
I hope you understand: I am going to keep this real. If you are up for it, please keep reading. I am going to keep writing, that’s for sure. I need this now. I need to get this out. This helps me. I hope it helps you too.
Anyway, back to forgiving my father. I have a family member with whom I am not on good terms at the moment. She and I have not talked in a while. I have connected with all of my other family members, but not with her.
I found myself literally convulsed today with grief and pain over the situation with my family member. I am rejecting her. I felt terrible. I have behaved badly. Yet she has also rejected me. I am angry. She is angry. You get the idea.
And in that moment, I finally understood my Dad. He faced a terrible situation as well: My mother was insane much of the time. He was living with her and taking care of her (other than sexually, at least). And in turn, she took care of him. It was a sick twisted little world, but somehow they managed to get through it, day to day.
Into that world walked my sister. She was married to a man who infected her with genital herpes. He was bisexual and extremely promiscuous. He wanted her to participate in his lifestyle, which she found disgusting. She was at the point where she was wanting to move back in with Mom and Dad.
My father reacted badly: I do not deny that. I would undo his actions in that conversation if I could. But there are actions I have taken in his life, and in the life of my sister that I would take back too, if I could. (more on that later.)
He told her he already had one insane, dysfunctional woman on his hands and he could not tolerate a second. He said that if she could not handle her problems, then she should step up, and go ahead and end her life. And he then gave her the gun and the ammunition and escorted her out of the house.
She called me that night. I also reacted badly. She sounded strange. I was living in Longview at the time. Now I wish with every fibre of my being that I could simply go back to that young man and scream: Go to her!!!! Go now!!!! She needs you!!!!
But, instead, I had no time for her either.
The next day I got the call from my Mom: Debbie had committed suicide. (I weep as I write this.)
I suppose the person I need to forgive next is myself.
This is very painful to read, but I will share that pain is transcendent, and is experienced on a multitude of levels. Some almost immediately, some in the past/present, some physical, some mental, after all, this is the only measure that truly matters to us immediately as a tangible, real event!! Remember, this too will pass, as “our” pain, will never equal the sacrifices and pain that others have made for us i.e. Jesus Christ. Blessings Jeff…I will not elaborate, but painful, troubling and clearly obvious events occur in most everyone’s lives, some too gruesome and painful to relive or share!! You are in my thoughts and prayers….
Joan: My views have evolved a bit since you knew me. You might want to read a bit more of my blog and then decide if I am your cup of tea. Try the one entitled “Clouds” (https://scarsupontheearth.com/2013/01/02/clouds/). I would love to stay engaged with you, though. Please let me know either way. Thanks.