Family

When I was born, I had two parents, two grandmothers, one grandfather, one great grandmother, one great grandfather, and numerous aunts and uncles. I now have one parent (my wonderful mom), one grandmother, and one grandfather. Today my Uncle Wesley died. He was the last of my mom's living brothers. My grandfather will bury the fourth of his six children on Monday. That doesn't even count my dad and uncle, his sons-in-law.

I know I am blessed. I have so many people who love me and whom I love. Some of them are related to me. Some are not. That doesn't mean they are not family to me. Most of the time I enjoy having lots of love around me. On days like today, I wonder if life would not be easier if there were less people in my life. Then I remember the multitude of blessings and I ask God for forgiveness for not appreciating what I have.

So, for the record, all of you out there, I love you. Thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being a blessing. On Monday, I am planning to attend Uncle Wes's funeral. But you know what, I will be surrounded by lots of other people who are still here and love me. A lot.