Because of my somewhat strained relationship with my father, I never considered Father's Day to be an important day of the year. In the most unexpected turn of events, I found myself greeting my dad for the first time in a long time. On top of that, I believe the last time I spoke to him was the end of 2006.
So we exchanged messages, and did something we never thought would've happened. He apologized and I forgave him. I in turn, realized that in one of my most powerful moments ever, I had forgiven myself. A fantastic way to end my weekend (other than watching a game at Yankee stadium last night) and start anew.
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