Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” --Maya Angelou

Recently, I've come to the understanding of why people need other people.  Sounds so weird, I know-- but bear with me.  It has never been a luxury for me to have a lot of family.  From my previous posts, you probably understand my situation.  If not, then read this post to catch up, and the rest of this will make sense.  

This past week was a funeral for my Uncle (my Grandpa's brother), who had to have been like ninety-something.  Anyhow, with me being the last of the family line-- there is an expectation that I will attend any funeral-wedding-baptism-birthday party of the living Aunts/Uncles, etc.  I wish that it could be so easy, but alas- it never really is.

Though I didn't attend the funeral, but sent flowers instead.  It always kills me because I'm the last of that family tree-- alone.  Period.  

"Miss, how would you like us to sign the card?--Your name only?"

I never do that-- instead I sign posthumously under my Grandpa's name.  Its impossible to bear the idea of being solo.  So, I place myself in the company of all the family that once there was.

Most people when they feel lost WANT to be close to family and home.  My issue with that is who and where is my home?  Who are the people who are my family?  Then I started thinking again.

When things got tough the choice to move close to my friends was an easy one; I needed them.  Recalling each instance over the last umpteen years, revealed where my patterns were.


Safe; was what I was looking for.  I've lived my life so unsafe-like that any stability found was golden.  My friends were always surrogates for the family I never had. And still today, as I near my thirty-fourth birthday, I'm still looking for "safe".

  
The definition of safe is as follows:

Safe 

Free from harm, injury, or risk; untouched or unthreatened by danger or injury; unharmed; unhurt; secure; whole; as, safe from disease; safe from storms; safe from foes. 

Conferring safety; securing from harm; not exposing to danger; confining securely; to be relied upon; not dangerous; as, a safe harbor; a safe bridge, etc. 

Incapable of doing harm; no longer dangerous; in secure care or custody; as, the prisoner is safe. 

A place for keeping things in safety. 

A strong and fireproof receptacle (as a movable chest of steel, etc., or a closet or vault of brickwork) for containing money, valuable papers, or the like. 

A ventilated or refrigerated chest or closet for securing provisions from noxious animals or insects. 

To render safe; to make right.


You can't buy safety, in case you didn't know that. Sure you can buy a gun or maybe take martial arts to protect you, but no amount of training or ammunition can make you safe.  Safe is something one needs to find within one's self.


Wish me luck with that.







Wednesday, June 23, 2010

A Few Things I Can Live Without

Just the other day, someone had asked me a little about my family, my most recent aspirations and dreams.


It's funny because the normal answer to all of those questions as "small talk"  tends to be something like-- "Oh yeah, my family is close by... we see each other every holiday.  I go over on Sundays, my mom makes me dinner."


That is SO FAR from my truth.  Here is an example of what my conversation usually looks like.


Them: "So do you have any family close by?"


Me: "Umm... No.  In fact, I have no family- just me."


Them: "What do you mean?"


Me: "Well, I'm an only child-- and my mom passed away three years ago."


Them: "Oh wow, I'm sorry- do you have children, husband?"


Me: "Not exactly.  I got rid of my husband, and children just aren't my cup of tea."


**Insert anxiety here**


Them: "Oh, that's too bad.  You're not lonely are you?"


GEEZUS!


No thank you!  I am NOT lonely.  I'd rather be alone than to be with an idiot.  And kids, well-- maybe it was due to being an only child, but being around other children, seeing other children, and thinking about other children makes me search for my happy place.  


What if kids just came out grown up?  Like at the age of thirteen or something, hell-- Just old enough for me to sort of reason with them.


And about being with an idiot.  Don't get me wrong.  My ex-husband was good for a few things, one being killing bugs, another being fetching me a drink and lastly well-- I'm reaching now.


As for my family, I DO miss them.  I miss my grandparents who raised me.  I miss my mom because she was just crazy.  It is a little weird being the last of your immediate family, so what are you left to do?  You are left to make your own.


I have several "brothers", and "sisters".  There are surrogate "mothers" and "fathers".  They are the folks to continue to keep me sane in this craziness called life.  


Overall, the life that keeps me going is filled with colorful people, activities and rarely a dull moment.  It is a rare occurrence that I feel bored or lost for something to do.  


However from time to time, there are moments where companionship is missed.  There are moments where my thoughts linger on the thought that it could be like this for awhile-- just me, looking for something I could see myself living with.


But the idiot and the kids I can really live without.