☆★Today’s post is Day 7 of the #31WriteNow blog challenge. I’m posting a new entry every day for the month of August★☆
My childhood was full of memories of family gatherings. I don’t think we ever had an empty house. If it wasn’t a cookout, then Vera had taken someone in. Our house had a revolving door. Cousins were raised like siblings and everyone was always just a drive away. I spent more weekends in Michigan than I did at home.
I never knew what that meant until now. Even when I lived in Kansas, I wasn’t as isolated as I am now. And it’s not just me. My family is full of half-truths gathered from piecing together stories of what’s going on with each other. It’s sad when you factor in that everybody and their mama has a Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, etc. There really should be no excuse for not knowing. And yet there is.
It’s crazy how there are more broken links and distance between everyone now than there has ever been.