It is time for me to forgive and forget. Something I have known I should do ever since I was first felt these pangs of anger, but something I couldn't bring myself to do, she means to much to me.

You were everything to her. The thought of you brightened up her tired old eyes. How could you not care? She would have done anything for you, for all of us. I've never known anyone with as much love in her heart as she had. And yet you didn't care.

I'm am pulled back many years. It was probably the first of many scares. She was in the hospital, pneumonia again. They said it might be time. But you didn't want to come. Were you scared? Sad? Or just lazy? How could you turn away from her? As if a few hour drive was so bad to see your mother on her death bed. It took Georgie's anger to get you there. But you came, her knight in shining armor. And maybe that's what got her through. But maybe she was just stronger than any of us imagined. You left as soon as you could.

You could have done anything and she would have loved you, you were her only son, her only surviving child. She'd been through so much, why did you put her through more? Why did you invite her down for the winter but never let her feel at home? How could you look at her everyday and never even take her to get her hair done? She was special, she touched everyone around her. Why didn't you let her touch you?

We were glad you were there when it really was time for her to go. Not for us, we could have cared less, but for her sake. Once again you played the good son. You comforted her, you pretended you cared about us. And then the day after, you were off to the bank. As if the money mattered to any of us. As if we cared when you ran off with her valuables. I couldn't stand your condescending attitude. The way you bragged about your volunteer work, the way you just happened to mention you didn't keep any of the money for yourself in your form letter with the checks. But as of this minute I am letting that go. I am letting it all go, good-bye.

I have my memories, more precious than any fortune you could ever bestow upon me. I know I took good care of her and I know I loved her as I still do. I don't know why you didn't care. I know there is much history that I'll never know, I'm only 20 years old after all, she was 94. But she lives on in my heart. She visits me often. I wonder if she visits you?

This is good-bye, Bud. I forgive you for hurting her. I forgive you, and I forget you. You are no longer a part of my life. She will live on with me forever, she gives me strength when I need it. But I don't need you. I wish you the best but I don't wish to see or hear from you again, ever.

Sarah