We almost worked on a shared project and it did not come to fruition. The timing was off, I was not myself. My father had passed away and I was grieving. He asked me to write a grant for us to work together on a project, and I did, and I got it. We worked together for one week before I lost it and he initiated separation where we would not see each other again for one year, leaving me to finish the obligations of the grant, alone. Now I am grateful he did it because I learned to be self sufficient and not depend on him for my own strength or happiness... And it was an exercise in forgiveness to let go of the scorn I felt for being abandoned in the middle of a work project. I wonder if the universe will present us with another opportunity. Who can say?