I was thinking about my sisters this morning and this old blog post popped up on another site. I went back and re-read it. A message perhaps urging me to pause and enjoy the little moments because they make the biggest memories.
These days, we really seem to underestimate the value of family. We are a broken nation, so content to flee rather than to hang on and fight. No more kissing and making up. It’s easy to stay mad. We feel justified in our anger. We’ve lost the value of longevity in our relationships. I can’t say I’ve represented picture-perfect relationships in my life, although I’m certainly blessed to finally have found the love of my life. I’m just saying, even in the best of times, it takes work.
We lost our mother way too early. It was life-changing for all of us. We struggled to maintain our balance when our world was being flipped upside down. Slowly, over the years, we drifted back together after realizing we didn’t have the same substance apart as we did together. Relationships had failed, succeeded, ebbed and flowed. But the current of family still ran…
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