February 4th, 2008

There doesn’t seem to be a great deal of forgiveness practiced in the area of the Old West I’ve been writing about as of late. Neither Bat Masterson or Wyatt Earp decided to simply forgive the people who killed their brothers. They did away with them. I don’t know how they felt afterwards. I’d like to know if they felt satisfied. I think it would ultimately rip your soul to pieces. I struggle with forgiveness though. I want to look beyond those individuals who have severed relationships and shredded unity. I know that I’ve been forgiven of much and that I should be forgiving. I know. And just when I think I could try there is another call from an attorney and the nightmare starts all over again. The pain is still there. The confusion over what to do and who to talk to never leaves. I wish there was someone I could turn to take care of this situation with my brother once and for all. I don’t believe the pain ever left Wyatt and Bat no matter what they did. Their brothers were still gone. An eye for an eye offered no real peace. I believe forgiveness would do that. If I only knew how.