Families are hard work. There are always members, be they brothers, sisters, uncles, fathers, cousins, who will feel ostracized. Perhaps, that was even their intention. Perhaps not.
We fight. Sometimes we make up. Sometimes we sit in silence, miles away, waiting for a phone call or a visit or a letter that doesn’t come for years. Or may not come at all. We misunderstand. We try to make our own values fit the people we love, even when that dress will never, and should never, be altered for someone else.
And we hold ourselves back from the others, too. We tell ourselves we’re the black sheep. We remind ourselves of things said or done, maybe years ago, that put up walls between us and the ones we love. And we wonder if we still love each other.
I feel like the older I get, the less I understand about life. The longer I’m on this earth, the more I realize that my days here are nothing I ever expected. But, for better or for worse, I want my family to know that I love them.
You can’t do anything that will make me stop loving you. We’ve crushed each other with harsh words and unkind deeds, some on purpose, some unintentional. We will never be able to understand some things about each other. But I love you, now and always. And when the storms of life come, I will link arms with you, even though we’re miles, states, countries, continents apart! You can’t do anything that will make me stop loving you.
And I thank you for loving me, too.