I want to pose a question. What is family? Is it shared blood? A name? Shared history? Love?
To some families, it is all of these. To other families it is none of these. I've recently been a witness to the death of a family, and it's shaken me. My family is strong, supportive, and loving, and this clearly colors my viewpoint. I watched four sons, aged 16 to 23, abandon a 47 year old mother when she broke her leg and needed a lot of care during her recovery. They elected to party with their friends and leave her alone and hungry, incapable of caring for herself. The two living with their mother moved in with their father rather than care for their mother. Not one came to the surgery. Not one has called since to see how she is doing. Not one has asked her what they can do to help.
Oh, they do have their Dad call to see if something they are expecting in the mail has arrived. Her ex-husband has used the situation to lie to both mother and sons to create animosity. And they were very upset that they couldn't use their Mother's new car while she was laid up. And they did call her "white trash" and cuss her on the phone when she told them they couldn't use her new car for going to nightclubs and partying. Just in case this sounds odd, they do have another, older car to drive. She's a school teacher, who before the injury was working two part time jobs in addition to teaching kindergarten to make ends meet. Neither of her sons living at home helped her by working on weekends...they needed that time to socialize.
Needless to say, I don't have charitable feelings for them. They represent the worst example of family behavior I've ever seen (or heard about, short of murder). I suspect their selfishness will have it's own price somewhere later in their lives. I pray for their souls.
3:57:00 PM 
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