Insignificance, pettiness, and irrelevance. These are the things that I have become aware of. Things I used to think were important, are now insignificant. Things that I was sensitive to, are now petty. Comments that were made to me are irrelevant. I remember the arguements my daughter and I had (not often, but enough to remember). They were unfortunate, but necessary. It gave us a chance to argue our point of view, but most of all, it gave us the opportunity to know each other a little better, and to makeup and forgive each other. My daughter would always write me a letter of apology after an arguement, not neccessarily conceding I was right (I often wasn't), but expressing her sorrow for disrespecting me and augueing with me. She would tell me how much she loved me and appreciated all I had done for her and my granddaughter. She would pour her heart out asking for forgiveness. I would go to her and tell her how much I loved her and ask her to forgive me, that it was normal to have disagreements, and I loved her independence and the fact that she was her own person. After she was diagnosed as terminal, we didn't have any more arguements. I think we both knew how insignificant, petty, and irrelevant that would be. I still have all her letters. As I re-read them I am reminded how blessed I was to have her in my life. She taught me so much about forgiveness.