August 14 2023

Thank you, I’m sorry, I love you, forgive me.

What else is there? What else ever needs to be said. If I am free, then I can say those words over and over, endlessly.

Recently I was a bad father, and both Waits and Murphy called me out on it.
“You’re right, boys. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me.”
They hug me. “It’s ok dad. But don’t do that anymore.”

There’s nothing to hide. Nothing to run from. They are the father, and I am the prodigal son, on the ground at their feet. They need to see me in that place and I equally need to be there. How can I say I love you and expect them to believe it if I am unwilling to say I’m sorry with the same intention?

Thank you, I’m sorry, I love you, forgive me. Thank you, I’m sorry, I love you, forgive me. Thank you, I’m sorry, I love you, forgive me. Thank you, I’m sorry, I love you, forgive me.