The Healing Power of Family

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Me, Niece Hanae, Nephew and graduate Iain, Big Brother Clarke and Niece Kai

My niece asked me last weekend at my nephews graduation from Colgate University why I haven’t been to Detroit to visit. I didn’t have an answer. At least not a good one. Feeling ashamed, broken, pained just didn’t seem like a good enough answer to tell my beautiful and brilliant rising senior at University of Michigan who genuinely wanted to know why. I didn’t have an answer. At least not a good one.  Some how I had forgotten the healing powers of family. The healing power of making amends. The healing power of saying “I’m sorry.” The healing power of just being in close proximity to those that share the same lineage.

I was reminded in the last two weekends when I attended My cousin’s marriage and later my nephews graduation. Grateful I put aside stories I created in my mind and decided to live and full joy the moment.

 

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karen marie mason
By karen marie mason