Wow.
My brother had 3 children. He married a woman that had three children. His brother's father in law one Christmas asked my brother, which were his children, which were hers. HE answered they are all my children. The father in law, asked again. My brother left.Christmas which was the only time I ever did see him, because he never had time for anyone else in the family was something I really looked forward to. The Father in law became an old man, my brother decided to attend One Christmas function, but he would only stay downstairs, not come upstairs where the old man and his wife were. He wanted US to come DOWN there and stay with him.
THat is what this thread makes me think of. Was my brother right..yes they were his children. BUt who paid the price of his absence? How bout the little sister who actually looked toward to seeing her three brothers together, the only time a year it ever happened. Frankly I think the only person that cared, was my brother who's pride was bigger than his family love. I have seen him one time since, and the man that insulted him, is dead,,and so is his wife, who I went back upstairs and played Christmas carols on the piano while she sang, as we had, for years. I had seen my brother, but I didn't think sitting in the basement, avoiding the others was a "family"thing to do.
People are being way to sensitive about way too many things. Picking apart and picking at each other like a flock of chickens. How bout we try some tolerance. Some patience, some kindness. With that..I am done.
My brother had 3 children. He married a woman that had three children. His brother's father in law one Christmas asked my brother, which were his children, which were hers. HE answered they are all my children. The father in law, asked again. My brother left.Christmas which was the only time I ever did see him, because he never had time for anyone else in the family was something I really looked forward to. The Father in law became an old man, my brother decided to attend One Christmas function, but he would only stay downstairs, not come upstairs where the old man and his wife were. He wanted US to come DOWN there and stay with him.
THat is what this thread makes me think of. Was my brother right..yes they were his children. BUt who paid the price of his absence? How bout the little sister who actually looked toward to seeing her three brothers together, the only time a year it ever happened. Frankly I think the only person that cared, was my brother who's pride was bigger than his family love. I have seen him one time since, and the man that insulted him, is dead,,and so is his wife, who I went back upstairs and played Christmas carols on the piano while she sang, as we had, for years. I had seen my brother, but I didn't think sitting in the basement, avoiding the others was a "family"thing to do.
People are being way to sensitive about way too many things. Picking apart and picking at each other like a flock of chickens. How bout we try some tolerance. Some patience, some kindness. With that..I am done.