Wronging the Cheese...

30 Days of truth: Day4: Something you have to forgive someone else for.

I am usually a forgiving person, and in fact, there are somethings I have forgiven people for that I shouldn't have, which should tell you that when I have a hard time forgiving someone, I probably won't be able to.

When I was a little girl, my mom always had to work two jobs because my "sperm donor" had left by the time I was two, and my Dad didn't come into the picture until I was 12 or so. Anyway, while she worked hard, my wonderful Aunt Jane would always baby sit my brother and me. She loved my brother and all, but I was the favorite. I was "THE girl"..literally, that's what her and my Uncle Bob called me. They did everything for me, taught me my ABC's, how to read, tie my shoes, play basketball, ride a bike, and they took me to sea world and Disney Land EVERY year.

So needless to say, I was VERY close with my Auntie Jane. Well one night, when I was 16, I got a call saying that my Aunt Jane was in the hospital, and she was dying. I asked how long she had, and they said she would be gone any minute. My grandparents had bought my mom a ticket to fly to Utah (because we were in Georgia), but my mom gave it to me. I was on the first flight to Utah in the morning, but I was terrified I didn't have that long. I called my Aunt Jane, even though she was mostly unresponsive, and asked her to wait for me. I was told that when I did, she opened her eyes, which was the first response she had shown in hours, and she did. She waited for me. Not 30 minutes after I got there and said my goodbyes, she passed. It was the saddest moment of my life, but I was glad she moved onto a better place.

Now telling you that, I'll tell you who and why I "need" to give forgiveness. My Aunt Jane's son, my cousin, Bobby, was like my brother. I looked up to him in so many ways, but unfortunately, he got into some hardcore drugs, and couldn't stop, but no matter what people said, I never gave up on him. Until the day mu Aunt Jane died. Right after she had died, everyone crying their eyes out, and my Uncle still in shock, my cousin, Bobby, apparently wasn't worried about anything except where his next hit was coming from, and his answer? My Aunt's wedding ring. He never got it, thank God (literally), but he fact that his own mother, had just died, and he tried to steal her ring for drugs. How messed up is that? So he is the one I will have to forgive, and you know his crime, and I don't know if I ever will forgive him, but probably not. <3 TTFN