Timing is everything

It must be difficult to be you. So many discussions, conflicts, and dramatic events surround your name, but your voice is never heard. Is it because you don't speak, or is it because we simply haven't had audience with you? I hope you are aware of the situation at hand. I hope you have not been blinded or kept in the dark about how serious it really is. Regardless, you must know it truly has little to do with you. At least for me. My concern lies ONLY with the children. If they chose to accept you with open arms, you could expect a hug from me. However, as long as they struggle with you, I will remain at their sides where I belong. You're a terribly likable guy, no one can deny it. We battle the internal conflict of whether to knock you out or offer you a drink. I guess we default to the old phrase, "timing is everything." Crazy to imagine how different the scenario might have played out if you had emerged onto the scene today. Would it have changed things? We'll never know; you couldn't wait. Again, that's not the point. You may be asking, "So, what is your point, Jill?" I guess it's this. There is no way to know how long it will take the heart to heal. I'm certain that until it does, there is no room to fully accept you. I emphasize FULLY. We will try, and I feel we are trying...are you? Are the two of you able to provide the space and time necessary for our healing? For everyone's healing! This wound extends far beyond our immediate family...did you even know that? I can appreciate how difficult this may be for you...displaced from a place that you know and surrounded by a family who doesn't seem to care. In turn, I hope you can appreciate how difficult this is for us...displaced from a place we know and missing the one person who used to care the most. Two opposite sides of the fence, but we are facing the same type of battle. Time changes everything. I'm amazed at the wounds it has healed in my own life...scars remain, but the pain is gone. I expect this will be the case with you as well. Someday we will break bread together, but not today. Not today. This is how I felt.