To my father Zeus, for whom I grieve still...I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you, for you to see to that I grew up with superior skill. You were not strong yourself...and allowed me to be abducted by Hades himself…the shadow that colored my perceptions of love. You allowed the immorality of Hades to swallow you whole, and become someone I had to leave hereto.
To my brother, Apollo, who chose not to join me in this lifetime...I grieve for you. You could have been my protector...and helped me to be strong and feel good about other men... you would have been my champion.
I drank of you like fine wine, and inhaled your very essence...but there are many other wines to savor yet. I am sorry that I couldn't love you the way you needed me to. Lest you forget, I am Aphrodite; therefore I am Love.
Hephaestus... my son, my son...I grieve for you most of all...but I was afraid I didn't have what it took to help you grow up strong and noble...for I had no model...and I am so sorry. I pray that you can forgive me...for if you were here now...you would take care of me, as I should have taken care of you.
Apollo, my brother, my father, my son, my lover...it is for you I write this tribute.
I can only pray that someday we can all be together again...one within the Great Absolute.
Year 2003