In 1980 I saw a person for the last time. It was a hard thing for me, to stand there looking down, knowing I would never see this person again. It is in the heart of some people to never say goodbye. I am one . . .
As I looked at him, the words began to fall out of my heart. "If I do not see you again, I forgive you; I love you."
"Is something going to happen to you, son? I forgive you, too. I love you."
Some people never say goodbye. They just hold you close in their memories. I am one . . .
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