In the months that have since passed I can't say I've come to a closure of any sort with my father, but I believe I may have reached an armistice of sorts as with nothing being done (that I know of), I'm ok for the time being.

My attention has tilted easily back to my mother. With her death coming just as I started to recover the memories of her abuse and molestation, I've been denied the right to face her and ask her to come clean about her actions and manipulations that led to the slow, deliberate peeling away of myself. It's hard to face your feelings with enough strength to clean your own house, that's where closure comes in. With her dead, my choices are limited and difficult to say the least.

Hope has come to me in the form of her ashes. Previously I was of the mind that my sister Thersa was in possession of the ashes, promising to come out here numerous times for a ceremony. Having passed the 5 year mark and stepped into the ridiculous. It turns out my mother's remains are in Illiois with her sister, my Aunt Linda.

I think its tine for closing ceremonies for my mother and for my to get my final closure.