We all make them. Most of the time we know they are wrong when we do it. But we do it anyway. For the most part I don’t beat myself up over the mistakes I make. I ask for forgiveness and I learn from them. But when a mistake that I make hurts someone I love, it’s harder for me to get past it in my mind. Why do we do stupid things? Because we are human, I don’t know. I can’t answer that. I don’t know what makes me lose control of my decision making abilities but I have been guilty and for that I am sorry.
That’s that…
What else? We have major famiy drama. I’ll start from the beginning. My sister (22) was in a loveless relationship for 5 years. They had a child together. For lack of better words they grew apart as they grew up. So back in December they ended their relationship. It was no ones fault, it was just time. Since that time my sister has been concentrating on making the split easy for Jake and on her career. Without looking or trying she met and fell in love rather quickly with another young man. He absolutely adores everything about her. He is 28, has a great job, is a Christian and has never been married. We all really like him alot and he has become a part of our family already.
Easter we had a big family dinner at my Grandma’s house. This is my dad (who died 8 years ago) mom. Our family (aunts, uncles, cousins, etc,) all live very close in distance to one another but we are really not close with our day to day lives and activities. So the occasional holiday when we can get together and catch up are great for reconnecting with them. So anyway, Stephanie brought Markus over Easter to introduce him to the extended family. Nothing major, everyone seemed to like him and we were all happy with the visit.
Well, here is where racism rears it’s ugly nasty head. This past Sunday we were supposed to all get together with the family for lunch after church at Grandmas. Only my immediate family did not attend because of something that happened earlier in the week. My sister received a letter from Grandma. Yes a letter, she could not even tell her in person even though she lives next door. Her letter said in exact words “You are welcome over on Sunday but do not bring that colored boy back to my place” and then it went on to tell my sister how our dad would not have liked her interacial dating. It’s sick and we were all disgusted. Being from the south, it’s common to run into racist people, but that doesn’t make it easy to deal with. It’s wrong and Markus should not be judged by the color of his skin but rather his character and integrity. Or rather he should not be judged at all actually that is not our job. Of course my mom being the spitfire she is had it out with Grandma about hurting Stephanie. I have another cousin who was married to a drug addict who beat her for many years and he was always welcome in my Grandmas house. Does being white make that ok? I angers me so. I just don’t understand.
So our immediate family ended up having brunch together. It was nice and I took a few snapshots of our day so I thought I’d share. I’ll get them up in my pictures soon. This whole ordeal is very frustrating and I needed to talk about it. Thanks for listening.
