Humans, being who they are tend to take people and things for granted and don't recognize what they have until it's no longer there. Within my family, we have a strange, and sad dynamic. I am one of eight children and I wish within my heart of hearts that as adults we would be able to talk deeply, listen earnestly, laugh joyfully and hug freely with each other. But this is not the case. After our oldest brother's death, there is an open wound among us. This wound may have been there before, but it has become more noticeable over time. This wound is painful, divisive and hurtful, because it has never been treated.
With all of these deaths, I wish the open wound in my family could be healed. I wish we could truly put feet to our faith and love and forgive, as forgiveness is amazing.