Dear Brook

I got a call from my father this morning who wanted to have breakfast provided I come to Sacramento. I told him where I was, he paused for a moment then made mental arrangements accordingly. We chatted a bit about his itinerary for the new year and how he was trying to fit me in his plan of attack. I asked him if he was dying because he made mention that his crusade involved seeing family members he has not connected with, he is not dying. I thought I'd be upset by his call. I thought I'd hate him more for reaching out. I thought the old shit would slap me in the face but no, I didn't feel anything. I can understand where he is in life and the gravity of his age catching his attentions. I can appreciate his wanting to clear some things and make amends, I too wish to do the same. Somehow I grew up and saw the glaring light of simplicity of not holding on to grudges past bullshit or any other lingering thing which holds us down and back. I thought of you.
We are unique in a way that I don't see in our circle of people. We are not mad at one another. We try to keep the good parts of our union highlighted while moving forward in our friendship, there is no love lost here. The only patching we need to do is for ourselves so that our continued relationship flourishes in ways of healthy and mutual respect for one another is a rare happening among the people we know, makes us unique. I'd like to think no matter what happens to us we set an example for others to follow and somehow that makes the split more bearable. Even though our journey has ended as a couple there is room to create something more powerful, always good. Hope life is treating you kinder more gentle and with the stuff you need to be the kind of person you've always wanted.

Peace B Da Journey <3