Thursday, August 14, 2014

Because Family Matters

Family is a funny thing. The Hari Raya experiences so far throughout my entire life, this year taught me personally the most important thing I need to understand: family.

To understand what is family meant. And to understand why Mother Teresa asks me to go home and love my family. And to understand too, the family is a funny, actually.

An encounter with someone who never came home for decades, suddenly making a U-turn and got realized they still have a family behind, can’t it make something to ponder about?

My dear reader, again, a family is a funny thing. Our parents, our siblings, they’re always there, you know?

They’re always there. Our stinky little brother. Our super stinky sister. Our super-duper stinky older brother. They’re always there, for us.

Deep inside of us. We don’t choose them, we get mad at them, and sometimes we feel like we don’t want them. But we always, always need them. Undeniably.

I know guys – yes, a very close one and other, mostly narrated by my dad – who haven’t talked to their parents in decades, some because they passed and some because they’re bigoted pieces of shit.

These guys are doing fine without Mom and Dad around. They have successful careers, great friends; some even have families of their own.

But no matter what they've accomplished in their lives, no matter how many people are around who love and cherish them, there’s still an empty hole that long-gone family left behind that nobody else will ever fill.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like they’re crying into their soup every night. Like I said, they’re happy with their lives, with who they are, really happy.

But no matter how old we get, no matter what we achieve, we always have that little kid we once were somewhere inside of us. And that kid, well, that kid can’t help but love his mother and father, and even that pesky sister or brother.

When it’s bad, family can wound you so deep, you’re sure healing from a combination herpes infection and skydiving accident would be easier.

But when it’s good, when you feel that love and know it’s always going to be there, no matter what, when you have a strong net underneath you every day, ready to catch you if you fall - well, then there’s nothing better than having family.

And that, my dear reader, is the thing about our parents and siblings, annoying though they might be — even if we don’t always like them, they’re ours and we can’t help but love them.

Because family matters. Family matters too much.