In my family, we were not well trained on the art of an effective apology. I’ve learned some about this this past year being on both ends of this equation. Stay tuned for more on that.
Yesterday I received these gorgeous fall flowers from my dear Alfonse. The back story of why he sent them isn’t important. One of the miracles of a sincere and heartfelt apology is that it dissolves the story that necessitated it. Such is the case here.
Somehow with minimal and inadequate training, my brother managed to learn the fine art of expressing sincere remorse. I’m learning from him.
He phoned me a little while ago asking me to text him a picture of the flowers and again telling me how sorry he was but my heart was long melted. The power of Love. True love.