Family
This post is more introspective than usual, but I thought, why not. (btw, I ARE IS NOT DEAD!)
My life has gotten pretty hectic in the last few weeks. About four of my family members have passed away recently and I've been traveling all over the world/country going to funerals, and listening to sermon after sermon. I've seen people break. I've seen people remain strong in the face of adversity. The thing that never seems to change, however is the strength family.
I've never been terribly close to my family. Family, in this sense includes my aunts, uncles, cousins, and parents. In my culture, family is always very close to one another. They stick together and help one another out in the time of need. Unfortunately, I've never necessarily felt that connection with them (other than my parents). However, in my travels recently, I've noticed that during tragedy, we become closer. I went to Rhode Island last weekend for the funeral of my great aunt. Upon my arrival, I felt this bond that I never had the opportunity to understand being here. I felt loved.
Family has always been a paradox to me. They have been my support and my downfall; an enigma that I've had to learn to deal with. I know now, that although I can't be free with all my family, there are those who are there for me. I just need to know where to look.
Ultimately, family is irreplaceable. You can't choose them, and sometimes you don't want to deal with them, but through it all there will always be at least one person who will care for you. Don't take that for granted, it's not a connection you ever want to loose.
My life has gotten pretty hectic in the last few weeks. About four of my family members have passed away recently and I've been traveling all over the world/country going to funerals, and listening to sermon after sermon. I've seen people break. I've seen people remain strong in the face of adversity. The thing that never seems to change, however is the strength family.
I've never been terribly close to my family. Family, in this sense includes my aunts, uncles, cousins, and parents. In my culture, family is always very close to one another. They stick together and help one another out in the time of need. Unfortunately, I've never necessarily felt that connection with them (other than my parents). However, in my travels recently, I've noticed that during tragedy, we become closer. I went to Rhode Island last weekend for the funeral of my great aunt. Upon my arrival, I felt this bond that I never had the opportunity to understand being here. I felt loved.
Family has always been a paradox to me. They have been my support and my downfall; an enigma that I've had to learn to deal with. I know now, that although I can't be free with all my family, there are those who are there for me. I just need to know where to look.
Ultimately, family is irreplaceable. You can't choose them, and sometimes you don't want to deal with them, but through it all there will always be at least one person who will care for you. Don't take that for granted, it's not a connection you ever want to loose.