May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Take your rest from your tiresome battle, and know that your sons and daughters have all come to your side. Know that mom will be taken care of in her old age and that there is nothing left for you to worry about.
We have been taught the cruel lessons of a divided family and unforgiveness. You have tried, and we cannot fault you or mom for the lessons that we have not learned.
May we learn from your pains and trials what we can do better for our own children, just as you have learned to do better by your own nephews and nieces. They love you with a love that causes us to reexamine your own love for us.
We didn't know any better. Forgive us, and go on to take your rest. We are healed when we can come to accept you in all of your faults along side your virtues. In this, we understand ourselves.
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