He said, “Molly—Molly. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about the accident. Not a day goes by when I don’t think about that and replay it.” It broke my heart. He’d never said it so openly before. We had never talked about it directly because it was so heavy. But now we had broken through. And it was a very big moment of understanding and forgiveness and compassion. It. Was. Huge. “Not a day goes by.” I never knew this. When you are living in a house where guilt is alive, it leaves a mark. My dad was coping with guilt as an adult, but we were coping with it as children. And
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