We all have skeletons in our family closets. We all have some degree of disfunction in our families also! And like my sister, I have just now started to feel comfortable with myself. Are those pesky
skeletons making their way in to my life going to change that? Absolutely not.
As it turns out, my eighteen year old daughter has more information on these skeletons than any of us. Her informant decided to unload all of the secrets onto her. The two children kept a secret, the grandfathers ‘other’ child who was born at the same time as his other son, a family member drowning under questionable circumstances, the first husband leaving a very young mother alone in an unfamiliar state, and the aftermath of those actiions on the children.
I can’t speak for my sisters, but I still have a lot of bitterness for many childhood memories, and can still picture the fights, (often physical) that I observed. But now that the skeletons have presented themselves, I have a better understanding of the reason things happened. Because of these past events, family ties have been broken. Perhaps now they can begin to mend.
If you have skeletons, don’t keep them hidden, don’t run from them. Embrace them, learn from them, and then let them free!