As I come nearer to the end of my life. I can't help but look back with regret. Knowing that I am blameless for the chaos that consumed my family takes little of the sting out. It won't bring the dead back to life. It won't fill the coffers that were left emptied. It will only silence the chaos in my head.
I posted a comment on a blog about how we can't make people love us. And we can't make people do the right thing. And we can't. No more that we can stop the world from turning or stop the tide's ebb and flow.
The smartest thing is to do is also the easiest. Let it go and let the powers that be sort it out. Treat the people that come behind us with the compassion our elders found impossible to bestow on us. And hope that our children will pay it forward and pay it forward again, until the hostility visited on us as children is just a memory.