So, this Monday last my mother went to be with God. Okay, she had been in declining health for roughly two years, and the event came as no particular surprise. What did take us aback, however, was the fact that she contracted, submitted, and succumed to, cancer of the bladder in four days. I don't get it, but I'm no MD. I accept God's will without question. That's just the way it is. This, however, is not the point of the rant I am about to embark on.
You see, I come from a rather close-knit family unit--everyone looks out for one another, help when we can, and love one another unconditionally. I do not profess that this situation was idyllic, as we each had our egotistic problems with the other, but very minor stuff. Untill today.
Suffice it to say that when two of my siblings decided to verbally abuse each other, I decided to remove myself from the family. I simply don't need it. Thank you.
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