I am in a melancholy mood today. My cousin passed away and I feel somewhat bereft about her absence from this world. Nowhere in my reasoning do I recollect expecting her to be gone physically from us this early in her life, let alone my own.
I find myself in a peculiar position. I gained my cousin through marriage, and we grew to love one another. When the divorce was final, our love remained. Other relationships stretched a little, but they remained based in love. Since my ex husband is remarried, there is definitely a place where his wife should fit into his extended family. I don't want to usurp her authority as his wife.
Be that as it may, such a poignant, emotional time as this finds me on the proverbial tightrope, trying to maintain socially and politically correct balance. I want to be in the presence of my family, supporting and loving them, unconditionally. I have to be mindful of boundaries that divorce dictates - even if I don't know what that redistricting encompasses.
I am going to be with my family in a few days, with disregard to any distance or time that has been between us; only concentrating on the fact that God's love drew us together, and that same love will keep us.
When you live in a divorced family, you are going to continually work out what that new family unit looks like. Don't let that picture be ever narrowing - let it be non constrictive. Love is an expanding virtue.
Black, Divorced & Virtuous: Damages Clause blackdivorcedandvirtuous.blogspot.com/2012/05/damage…— Blck Divrcd Virtuous (@BDandV) May 5, 2012