In times of hardship, such as in our current family crisis, often tensions flair, feelings get hurt, and voices raise. My family is not above that line, nor am I.
Yesterday was one of those days.
As I lie here in bed, I continue to review the events of yesterday. Much of what transpired has been years in the making. It’s just a matter of fact. It is the composition of our family. And yesterday was not the day to try to change anything.
There are many things in life that we will never understand completely, or maybe never at all. And sometimes those are very hard things to accept. And while they may leave us feeling paralyzed, hurt, and maybe even slightly cheated, the bottom line is love will always prevail if you allow it. While I cannot speak for my siblings, I, myself, carry a fair amount of hurt inside this old heart of mine, but I know that at the end of the day love supersedes it all.
My siblings and I feel helpless and lost as we watch our father’s battle. What we would consider to be a very thoughtless, basic bodily function, breathing has become the ultimate focus of every second of Dad’s life.
Yesterday was a high stress day. We are very tired and our sensitivities are heightened. Regardless, of the composition and history of our family, love prevails and our connection to each other is only strengthening.