I spent a few hours in conversation with a man who had been aboard the USS Indianapolis when she was sunk. Fifty years later, as he talked, his face reddened with emotion, and he choked up and was unable to speak.
The power of that. Fifty years later. That really left a mark on me, listening to and observing this man.
It was terrible to see.
Sometimes time does not heal all wounds.
Sometimes time does not heal all wounds.
Time does not heal wounds at all. Ever.
Time dulls the pain, but it never heals.