Welp, got the letter back today, returned to sender.
I've been reading a good bit of Frankl recently. His idea of the triad of human tragedies (suffering, regret, and death) as providing an opportunity for the individual to find meaning is fascinating. In this suffering or pain, I choose to find responsibility. My actions truly do matter, whether for good or ill. In this regret, I find a lesson: one should express love, and delaying in that expression is a mistake to be avoided.
I'd love to be able to take back the distance, to send through one proper apology. Unfortunately, it appears that isn't going to be possible.
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