I almost talked to the cousin that shot me in the head tonight.

I didn’t have the gumption to talk to him tonight. It was my nephew’s birthday party. I didn’t want to ruin the day today, by being pissed off at him for what he did to me. I know, it happened many years ago, but I still live with the effects of that night. Maybe some other time I can talk to him, when I am in a better place to deal with the pain of that night. Right now, I am too disabled (I walk with a gimp, my left arm doesn’t work right). Everyone heals at there own pace. Mine is not now.