"You don't appreciate what you have." I recall someone saying to me one night out after drinking, and I remember I started crying, because, yes I do and you don't know just how much.
No, my life isn't as hard as some other people's and my family problems may seem minute, but I know what I have.
After my dad lost his job, we were in for a hugeeeee wakeup call. Parents hiding it, and fighting all the time. Then it came out that dad had to go to jail for the night? And it might be in the paper, and he was being investigated by the DA? Because of some Mafia contractor.
It was like being in a TV show, this stuff was for real. On top of that, we were tight on money, and therefore, my parents were always stressed out.
I remember feeling so scared, because if my dad lost his engineering license, what would we do? I never appreciated my immediate family so much and what we had.
When my grandma passed, it's an old and repeated story, but my family falling apart, broke my heart in a whole other way, and still does.
I grew up on my mom's family, close to all my cousins, and to have that suddenly broken was a huge gap and still is. Even though we were getting older and didn't see each other as much, I always knew I would see them soon again! Now, I never know.
The most exciting thing for me this summer, was to see my cousin Mikee (one of the ones we were closest to) for the first time in 2 years. I was excited. So excited, I ran home from work. I tried explaining it to a friend, but I don't think they got it, but Kim did. I started crying when I saw him.
So, I do appreciate what I have, even if it's not getting knocked by wind at the head of a boat. Because I never know when I'll see this again:
or this: