A letter to… my father – we’ve forgiven each other at last

Dear Dad,

You weren’t with me on my Camino – and you’d been dead for some 20-odd years – but you were along for the walk all the same.   Trudging through Galicia in the rain, I felt the long,  painful slog that your life was.   Laughing with pretty women in cafes, I felt a glimpse of that odd charm you had. Sitting by the sea in Finisterre, I asked your forgiveness,  and I gave you mine.  I set us both free.
Your ghost had long been a weight I carried in my backpack,  but it’s no longer a stone – it’s become a feather as I carry you to places you never got to see. I hope you’re enjoying the trip.
Your son
A Pilgrim

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