Broken

They are not so much in the family anymore. It has been chosen by them – not the family. Thoughts run on why it cannot be fixed. This is up to them. Regrettable, as they are not the only one involved. Another that cannot be given away, but can be taken without regard. It makes no sense. Another might have no chance. They will either make it or not. Of course there are pictures and memories, but they are making sure such things will be erased. Loose ends will not be tied up. Anything personal will exist no more, because they made a choice.

What will happen? Can the family see the extended part of them? Can they hope? Will those who have chosen to rip themselves from the ones who care, clean up their life before it is over? Narcissism. Then again, that is they and how they have grown them self up. Something that is non-treatable. Overly inflated with self-love. Unfortunately, it is not just they anymore.

This is the hurt. Blackmailing with a person is grossly erroneous, but then they always fight to harm; to be triumphant over those who would be concerned. To make others cry. Selfishness prevails once more. Always has. Continuously a matter of money and who made the most. Forgetting that worldly possessions are of no matter. What is right, is right does.

They do not care. In the end it is not between they and the family – it’s between they and God. They must answer for themselves. The family has done what can be. They have grown. It is up to they now.

Finally, the family will go on. Hurt is predominant, but will be replaced with speculation, questions, conjecture and then, eventually (hopefully), maybe some smiles and laughter. Even if these are not real. Starting to realize that they have faded into their own memories. That death is permanent. Only life is temporary. Maybe they need to realize this. This choice does not have to be for life. But it can.