Update 27 - Family

I live about 400 miles from my nearest blood-family. I think about that a lot.

A lot of people have rough relationships with their parents. Some of them are like shark skin, so rough in spit of how smooth it looks as you’re watching it swim along. I think that most people just live their lives as their parents would have. There are small circumstantial changes, but most people become their father or mother. In spite of their resentments, and the fits they throw in front of their partners how they “won’t be like X”, they are, and they are so engrossed in themselves and their legacy that they don’t see anything else.

I know that parents make mistakes. It is important not to make those mistakes, but almost more important not to make our grandparents’ mistakes. I don’t agree with my family on many smaller things, but I miss them. I miss the conversation, earnest enough that I might have to reevaluate or double down. I like spending time with them, because one day they’ll be dead.

I have the above photo at my desk downtown. I love it. I hope to see them soon.