I often wonder if there really is such a thing as a “perfect” or “model” family. I’m guessing that is all relative. Though I know my family is a precious blessing despite their imperfections.
It isn’t the verbal, mental, or physical abuse that plague my memories that I measure my family with. My family has put me through so much, yet they have supported and helped me through so much more.
We may have not always seen eye to eye and caused each other a lot of pain and grief. But when shit hits the fan, when I hit rock bottom and my whole world is crumbling and crashing down around me. I can bet my own heartbeat that I will have my family gathered around me, ready to help me stand back up and rebuild. Just like I would be there for them. My family can be crazy, dysfunctional, and even irritating at times. But I know that I can trust them with my life when it matters most. T
o me, family is what matters most in life. Sadly it took for me to be in prison to realize how important family truly is. To finally see how precious the time you have with your loved ones really is.
📸 From Tone and his sister.
