The father-in-law gets sentenced for his child molesting ways this Tuesday. I've decided I'm going to the sentencing. I've been to other court dates, but I think this one will help me see that justice occasionally happens. Sure, God is punishing my own father for his wicked ways. I mean he's been slowly suffocating to death for 12 years. He can barely wipe his own butt. That's got to be a living version of Hell. Even though he's being punished to some extent, what he did, what he's capable of, and who he's been is all still a BIG secret. For example, a very good family friend was killed in a diving accident. My family attended his funeral, and my father was there. Why would this matter? The friend that died was a prosecuting attorney who specialized in sex offenders. Humm.... Irony anyone? Of course the attorney had no idea what my father had done. So see, it's still a big secret.
However, what my father-in-law did is not a secret. It's a big nasty hurtful wound exposed to the air for everyone to see. Some of my friends think it's shameful and embarrassing to acknowledge what he's done. I am here to tell you it feels more shameful and hurtful to keep it hidden.
I'm hoping that Tuesday will give me a sliver of peace. Will I stop flinching at shadows? Will I feel safe in my home? In my sleep? Will I suddenly be comfortable in crowds? Probably not. But maybe, just maybe, it will help in some small way to know the evil men do is not always a dark secret. Sometimes light shines in the dark and justice is dished out.
At the very least I can take serenity in the fact he can never hurt another child again, and I helped.
Being the Year Of Light.
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