Memorial Day Blues

Today is Memorial Day...
The day when everyone in my family used to all gather together at a big park, and have one great big barbecue. Sometimes I used to dread going, because my aunts would be there (of course) and they would remark on my skinny legs, and how I was getting so much taller. My grandmother would be there, laughing and smilling with everyone. There used to be so many cousins to play with, we would run to the swings and sliding board...or walk along the wooded trails. It was so much fun! I used to always look forward to holidays like this one.


Now, things are so different. Everything. My grandmother is gone, and I miss her so much. Since shes been gone, my dad's sisters don't come around anymore. Years before she went away, I had been the black sheep of the family. My aunts still came around back then, at least pretending to show some sort of concern. It used to feel so real. I guess when youre a kid, its hard to distinguish the kind of love thats fake and the kind thats real.

I can safely say that after going through a bitter divorce...
and suffering the consequences of many wrong choices I've made with my life in the past....

I have finally learned how to distinguish between fake and real love...