Crossing the street, harder than it looked….

I know I need to move on and I am… Sometimes, not often, but once in a while the anger creeps in…..

Its hard to forgive an not forget… Its hard to not be aware of the scars….

Been 12 yrs next month since dad died…. I never shed tears for his death…I shed tears for the ones who made him suffer at the end….

So yes, I have crossed the street, but its hard not to look back…

TimesUp #MeToo

I Remember….