I’m in an odd mood today. I’m not sure it is a good mood or bad mood. It is probably neither, it just is odd. I had an odd dream about people I used to know in CT. He was a leader at the Senior and Disabled Center in Newington and she was British. She was the first one to suggest my youngest daughter’s name. I knew the name, but she was the one who suggested it for the child I was carrying. I could recall her name but couldn’t his. Finally, it came. However, their last name still escapes me.
It started me thinking about the past. I am thinking about loss. I was thinking about people I’ve known who still matter to me but who have gotten so busy that they’ve forgotten me. It seems that the human plight is to forget. We forget so quickly people who loved us, worked hard for us, cared for us and prayed for us. People like a former pastor. Or friend who I gave my heart and soul to that never bother to answer an email or keep in touch. I guess that’s the way life is – people move on. I told my grandson the other night that friends come and go and occasionally, if you are lucky, you’ll find a lifelong friend. It is family that usually will be there for you.
However, that’s not completely true either. I have two brothers. When we had our last angry parting, one of the brothers said something like this: “I don’t think we want to be the type of people that down the road say I once had a sibling but I don’t know anything about them.” I said I didn’t care. I still don’t really care. It’s just I am still hurt and angry about how they treated me. I still want to scream at them. This Christmas as money was so tight with food and presents scant I thought how the chain goes back to their greediness for money that didn’t belong to them. I thought of the terrible things they did to my mother and to me. I thought of lying to my mother that they cared and their presence was there. But there is nothing I can do about it.
But we never were destined to be close. I came when they were half grown. They moved on in their lives and never had time for me. It’s the same with some of my own children. The eldest ones hardly know the younger ones. I hope and pray that they do always remember that they are their siblings and treat them right though.
I guess I’m feeling sad about losses today. There have been a lot of them. My life has been turned upside down and rearranged so many times. There have been too many moves and no opportunity to have roots. There have been too many friends that I have loved that have forgotten me-too many family members who forget. A career that fell on the rocks because of evil vindictive people and so many missed opportunities – they do take their toll.
Yet, I have hope for the future. I’ve lost all hope at times. I know the depths of despair and depression. I know how it feels to be cast-off and abandoned. But I’ve learned to stop. To stop and reflect rather than react so you can choose. I still need a lot of practice in stopping. In my sadness today I am stopping and saying I can choose. I am not powerless. I can choose. I can choose to believe the truth. I can choose to have hope.