I was not able to speak to my father, let alone staying in the same room were he was, for about 26 years (~18yr old till recently ~44yr).

The background for this was my choice of leaving an ultra orthodox jewish community and going on my own.

I recently tried that (after 3 years of hesitation) and the magic happened. It affected my structure of feelings in several ways indeed, but in the context of this one, I would say that, at least for me, it was not like "I forgive you", "you owe me, but I let go". Not at all, in my case, it simply earased the "load", the hard feelings, completely.

Beyond the magic psychadelic affects, the trip is an emotional journey that one takes, a journey that you come back with compassion, understanding and rock solid outlook over the world.