A Story of Forgiveness
I was three years old the first time my grandfather touched me inappropriately. My parents had recently divorced and my mom moved away to start a new life. My grandfather took advantage of my confusion and vulnerability and the sexual abuse went on until I was ten years old. One October evening, I wrote a letter to my dad and step-mom telling them about the abuse and before I awoke the next morning, my grandfather was on his way to treatment and my life would never be the same. This account of that night is a little different than ones I've written before. Those accounts were from the perspective of a ten year old girl and, later, a grown woman trying to make sense of it all. This blog is what I imagine was the perspective of a 59 year old man as that evening's events played out. He was a preacher and had raised 4 kids, resulting in 12 grandkids. He had been married to the love of his life for 30+ years. Did he have any idea of what would happen that night? Probably not. But