Thanksgiving

My family is slowly moving to China. My father has been there less than a week. He finally got a call through last night from the international phone card information I emailed him on Tuesday. Of course he called at 1:30 am when I am at work since I work nights. But it was good to know he is surviving the culture shock so far. My father is not one of those über-social people but when he is stranded in a culture full of people he cannot understand and who do not understand him, he needs to talk to his family much more than usual. We had a very long email from him Tuesday morning (Hong Kong time which was late Monday night here), which told us everything he had done so far and told us he was unable to call us from his cell phone. We are a family you have to read between the lines to understand. I emailed him back soon to let him know I would buy an international phone card tomorrow and email him the details. He missed us and speaking to people in English since he doesn’t know Chinese. It reminded me of how lonely we can sometimes feel in this big world. What would we do without families?

I have two brothers who grew up for a long time in an orphanage after their father died. Watching them try to be normal is almost frightening to see how much influence having a family can have. They did have a family but it was very dysfunctional and then they were in an orphanage for a few years and these experiences have disrupted their lives so much that they will never be normal. The eldest of my brothers has finally spoken to my father again after not speaking to either of my parents for three or four years. He didn’t call my father when he had been shot in Iraq and was transferred to a hospital in Germany. The hurt these two boys have experienced is incredible. They don’t even want an emotional connection with people because of the possible pain it could cause. They don’t trust people.

On the other hand misery loves company and my brothers have hurt my mother in a way I didn’t think was possible. The most loving, kind and forgiving parent, she has not been able to forgive my brothers. My sister has been diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder from things she has witnessed from my brothers. My mother is also not able to forgive herself. She sees herself as partially to blame for not observing more closely what was happening and allowing them as much leeway as she did. So, despite giving us a foundation and a place of belonging in the world, families are also those who can hurt us most.

The holiday season has begun and families gather. My family will not be gathering this year. We have not been entirely together for many years and with my father in China we will not even have both parents together this season. I have been telling some pretty sorry stories about my family, but the truth is that despite their problems and separation, my family will always by very important to me. How important I don’t realize until I see my brothers trying to cope with a world they cannot entirely deal with. The family is divinely instituted and my family, as crazy and as messed up as they are will be together after we die. We have been sealed together and will be together forever. I’m not sure how that will work, but I’m hoping divine help will be given. I have faith and hope that Heavenly Father knew what he was doing when he told my parents to adopt my brothers and we will be able to see the importance one day as well. Until then I am just grateful that some of my family supports me and are faithful members of the church. I am also grateful that living with such a challenging family has made me much stronger than I ever wanted to be.