Sunday, June 30
We jet skied, shot the compound bow, and I went for a three-mile run down pine-lined roads before grilling steaks for dinner. It was a perfect day, except for JB’s texts.
“Hi. I hope you are all having fun and good weather up there. I hope you will give my email some thought. I want peace.”
“Peace and happiness come from within,” I texted.
“I know all too well now I am trying,” he replied. “I need to try harder. Maybe it's too soon, but I am going to come to you periodically seeking your forgiveness.”