Family is important – it surrounds us. We are born into a family, at some point we start our own family – and one day we leave a family behind to carry on what we once created – it is a fact.
There is no such thing as a “typical” or “normal” family… we all have our characters and each of them a role, so to speak. My family is no different. While I didn’t choose my family (nor did they choose me) – each one is unique and special to me – I love them all.
Families are a blessing – no matter how large or small, for I believe that it is not in numbers that we are family but what is in our hearts. Sometimes we are forced to protect those hearts.
We all have our own “reality” – each living life through our individual filter – no one is always right and sometimes everyone can be wrong. No one wants to speak up BUT after someone finally musters the courage suddenly everyone is defensive. You have the right side against the left side – some stand their ground (even if it means doing so alone) while others (and it is always obvious) politic for support – slinging mud and pulling wool. In the end – everyone’s feelings are real.
I watched a family today – surround a beautiful 78 year old woman – she was dying – they all knew it. The filed in and out of the room – guided by the clock and the fact that some of them could not bear to be in the same room with others – I have no idea why, it is really none of my business but I cannot help but wonder, what could have been so bad that fences cannot be mended – even when momma is dying? Sibling rivalry? Divorce? Marriage? Materialistic matters?
I’m not sure what happened after I left this evening, at least not for their family; as for me and mine it is a reminder that life is never perfect, there are no fairy tales – take the time to listen, admit when you’re wrong, tell the truth, put yourself in “their” shoes – Love.Unconditionally.Always
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3 comments:
Sometimes people don't realize how they hurt one another and the don't understand each others motivation. Life is too short not to love and not too forgive! Ang
forgive my spelling! oops!
Amen.
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