When I left my home and my family I was no more than a girl, in the company of strangers, in the quiet of a railway station running scared……..
I woke up in the midst of family. I looked at my Facebook page and saw an invite from my granddaughter, which says that she is married. hmmmm… I believe that’s possible, but who knows. We have had a death in the family..an overdose…..it’s sad, but it happens. I avoid my two oldest sisters who were the executors of my mother’s estate, but had to step down, because they
stole money decided to become opportunists………like they didn’t have enough. And it’s hard to see my brother, who I love, just because he’s my brother in a family of sisters, because he’s too much. The last time I saw him I had to listen to his outrageous made up stories.
I write about adventure in my blog. And I am an adventurist. But it all started out……running from my family.
Some people run to a psychiatrist, I ran to Tallahassee. I was fourteen. It was one of the best things I ever did in my life.
If I think about it all, it makes me laugh, if I think too hard, I laugh hysterically.
At one time, I hung on to the idea that my family was to be treated like fine china, but the dishes have all fell off the shelf. And I just don’t have the time to pick up the pieces.
I stay separate, but whole~ THAT’S BUCKET LIST FOR ME~pura vida