Visiting my family is always a mixed bag. On one hand, I am happy to see my parents. On the other hand, there are many sad realities that must be faced. My brother is having a baby with his girlfriend. While life is exciting, and the prospect of new life is encouraging, it would be an understatement to say that they are ill prepared. I only hope that my parents will be there to assist, and I know they will be. Secondly, my cousin Katy, injured in a car crash seven years ago, is not the same person. In a coma for over a year, she awoke barely able to speak. Finally, both of my grandparents who live in the midwest are getting frail and my grandfather was recently put on hospice. I don't even know if that is the correct terminology.
I have to reach a point in my life where I can stop worrying about other people so much. At the same time, I would feel horrible if I ever got to the point where I was unable to empathize with the difficulties of family members. It is a delicate balance. Maybe I am the only one who thinks about it, everyone else seems so adept at just living life and taking the hard along with the easy, the good with the bad.
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