This is my family. I have one sister missing and a small handful of nieces/nephews, but other than that, this is all of us.
There is a storm brewing in my family. And I feel that it has been brewing for a while, but things are coming to a head. I have this foreboding that this time we will not weather the storm intact. And I don’t know how to stop that from happening. I love them all fiercely but it’s not enough to mend the multiple rifts. I don’t have words to adequately express my level of sadness.
It has been a hellish summer and I can only hope that the Fall is better and that I’m REALLY wrong about this. But I don’t think I am.