the checks are written, the last debts are paid. no one has been forgotten, no one has been left out. the sins of the fathers and the mothers have all been erased - or at least ameliorated - to the best of my ability with the scrawl of a ballpoint pen.
today, i really am free, at last.
i know a lot of people who have allowed family legacies to divide them. i know a lot of people who won't speak to one sibling or another because of hurt feelings over money and possessions. on some level my grandmother raised me to continue her war.
but i didn't. i never quite understood her malice toward my mother until recently, but i never bought into it because what my grandmother never understood about me was that i love my mother.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.