That special blend of coffee with the warm “scentiments”
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“Chataroma”
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Jeanne Sheats
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“Well, I guess you have two choices. Forgive him and try to reconcile, or merely forgive him”
“What about the other choice?”
“What’s that? Mary Rose asked.
“The not forgive him choice.”
“Your forgiveness has nothing to do with whether Jack deserves it or not. It’s you that deserves it.”
“But I don’t see how I can…”
“Not right away, Cara, but eventually.” She grabbed my hand. “You know, when I had to sit across from Greg, the young driver who killed Paul, and forgive him…well…” She scooped up a tear that had traveled halfway down her cheek. “That was one of the hardest things I ever did in my life. He was only a child, nineteen to be exact, had his whole life ahead of him. He made a deadly choice when he decided to get behind the wheel drunk.
“At first I hated him. I hated him for killing the only man I ever loved and for taking Harper’s daddy from her. But when I was forced to look that boy in the eye that day, in his parents’ home…I don’t know…I knew I had to offer forgiveness.”
“God, that must’ve been hard,” I said.
“Yes, but as long as I hated him, I would be stuck in the past, in that moment of time when Paul died.”
“Return to sender. Well, that’s never a good thing.”
I handed her the letter. “Read it. It gets worse.”
She began to read and her hand immediately cupped her mouth. “Oh my. Please don’t tell me you would’ve gotten this before you married Jack.” Her finger searched for the postmark on the envelope.
“Yep.”
She waved the letter in the air. “But wait a minute. Let’s say that you had received this letter and married Noah, then you would’ve never married Jack and moved to Piney Cove, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Then you wouldn’t have Lily…and we would’ve never met. So, this return to sender was actually a blessing!”
It’s all a matter of circumstance, Mother had said. A right turn here or a left turn there, and you end up with something different, but it seems there is something positive that comes out of going either way.
I reached across the table and took Mary Rose by the hand. “Yes, it most certainly was.”