As the holiday season approaches and the layers of holiday memories begin to unfold, I’ve had glimpses of Pete. The first years of my life we lived on the Tachikawa Airbase in Japan where I had a nanny, but I also had an imaginary friend named Pete. Pete played with me in the foxholes that ran through the housing area, and then one Christmas Pete became a doll baby I received as a present from Santa. I carried Pete with me everywhere, but our relationship changed, and at some point I let Pete go. Learning to let go is one of the hardest lessons we must learn in life, not because we want to, but because we have to, in our journey to be whole.
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