Two thoughts:
1- the dismemberment of my family is not logically an unraveling that began oh 2 or 3 hundred years ago when my great greats had something to do with the selling of people and the splitting of families that were not our own to split. it is not logical really, but somehow i think that the unspoken sins of our past, our collected past, have brewed and festered in the one spot were for several generations my family lived. as a child, i did feel blessed and often wondered what we did to all have our health, flawless. No retards, no freaks, no delinquents. No tragedies. No accidents. No illnesses. And yet, I waited. For the ball to drop, the foot to fall, the bough to break.
And maybe it did. Maybe it had already.
How cold and bitter and thankless it seems we led our lives. Entitled because we were who we were.
Its funny how when I was a child, I read stories about the princesses, the elite societies of the past, the lords and ladies. And the populace. And the people rising up, revolting for justice and change and freedom. And as a child, I thought oh poor Marie Antoinette has lost her place in the world.
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