“Live as big as you can, with what you’ve got.”
― Jill Shalvis, Instant Attraction
It’s a free week here on 4F1H and with recent events I thought I tackle a topic close to my heart.
I will have my “Leave-aversary” next week on the 4th, and my “Arrive-aversary” on the 6th. Yes, I’ve been calling Australia home for 17 years now. Unbelievable!
What’s that got to do with my topic close to heart – I miss my family. Terribly! Thank goodness, for Skype or telephone, right? Don’t get me wrong, my family is not perfect, and I don’t really want to share family details here, but in that imperfectness (does that word exist?), when we need each other, we’re there for each other. No questions asked. As simple as that!
I know of a wonderful lady through friends who lost her husband a few years ago. No doubt about it, she and her two children miss him dearly. What I admire about them is their tight-knitted bond of three. They’re each other’s world. But not only that, she and others in the family travel big distances to welcome a new family member into this world, or she visits her late husband’s family member who is dying of a terrible disease. I envy her of this family bond.
The dying Art?
Many marriages around me are falling apart. Not friends or neighbours, but people I hear about. Young couples get married and stumble over the first problem, giving up at the next one. Really?
I’m not a religious person, but what happened to the “till death do us apart”. Is that the generation that is unable to deal with conflict?
I read in the paper that a woman left her family (let me emphasise: family!), because she couldn’t deal with hitting the forties. The counsellor enforced her mindset by telling her to take care of herself first and not to worry about her husband and two young children. Say what?
What about the guy who cared for his wife who’s struggling to come to terms with childhood issues, only for her family to accuse him of foul play instead of pulling up their sleeves and help out.
So I ask you all, is family a dying art?