Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of yearsCaleb reaches up and smooths my hair back behind my ear as I sit on the edge of the couch and he lounges on the floor.
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Zeppelin today for the devil and Skyping with Ben to keep him in the loop at all costs, by my own request because I'm tired of everyone dismissing him because he's not around a lot. He is to be kept informed of all developments or issues and his input will be sought before decisions are made.
So there!
That makes things difficult, everyone tells me.
For you, maybe, not for me, I reply.
And Caleb, well...Caleb would like actual, functional forgiveness. From everyone but mostly from Lochlan. This has gone on long enough. That's his bone to pick this week.
Interestingly, I don't believe it ever once occured to him that I didn't tell everyone what happened. For some, it's none of their business. For others with a vested interest in helping me cope/survive/thrive, it's an incredibly important piece of information that can't be left out.
Some of them have asked, mind you. Out loud. Up front, with their naive curiosity exposed in a way that made me cringe and then further dissolve as I said it wasn't my place to explain.
So I told him if he really wanted to clear the air/make amends/seek forgiveness he should apologize to the whole point, en masse.
They will rip him to pieces.