Family. It's a funny thing. When you come from a family that is as large as mine, you are bound to be fighting with someone. That's alright. When your family you can say what you want, speak your opinion (like it matters). However, if your not my blood and you say something negative about my family. Watch out. Attack mode sets in.
It was a stressful day for some of my family. It has been over three years ago that we have lost a loved one to murder. How do you go on from that? How do you not have anger deep down about this loss? Revenge? How do you try to understand what happened? I'm not sure. It is like a limb is lost. You can move on and learn a different way of life, but you will always have this phantom feeling of that limb. You will always think he should be here. He should see this. Share this. I still grieve for him. I still miss him. I can deal with my pain. I have a hard time dealing with my loved ones pain. It is however, amazing that as a family we can come together. We can love each other so deeply. We all share this loss. Yet, there we are, a group of people with all this love and still hurting. It's very emotional. I am so lucky to have the family I do. To have been raised with strong family support and values. Family love. I would never take it for granted. I am very blessed. Thank you God.
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