She made up her mind that this big and clumsy ghost was gone and her energy needed to be focused on all that was sustainable.
My sisters and I watched it for years. It made us angry, so we chose emotionally damaged boy/men at early ages. They divorced theirs. I stayed. And left.
That excluded the cheesy cards, like the one with a dinosaur that said, “I dino how I’d live without you.” I did know how I’d live without him.
The distance is supposed to matter... The farther away he gets -- the more you fight to push him out of your head -- the brighter he shines.
I’m here to love me now... I’ve closed the door on him, and if he’s out in the cold, sick, sad and old, it was his conscious choice, not mine.
It takes two... This realization was known and placed somewhere in my being, but I had never had the emotional capacity to apply it to my own life.
We have the ability to light a torch for others should they find themselves someday wandering as we were -- tired, thirsty, disillusioned.