And So The Battle Begins ...

The line is drawn, the family split into even smaller fragments than before. A long and painful road awaits my mum.

She feels very weak at the moment; that she no longer has the 'balls' that her boss once told her that she had.

I know different.

I know how it is to feel weak so I can empathize with her. And, like others knew of me, I know that she is/can be strong again.

On the phone tonight I relayed to her what had been said to me - "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger". She had never heard it before (which suprised me) and I think it helped. I also pointed out something about the will that she hadn't realised, and that made her feel better too.

Last week she seemed to be searching for an excuse (other than that which was stated) as to why the particular family member reacted in the way they did; thinking that there had to be another reason why the person was so upset. Perhaps there is, but perhaps there isn't. My own history with this person is not good, but that doesn't mean I think uncharitable thoughts of them. If there is another reason it will at least be satisying for mum - if it comes out through this process, and I see no guarantee of that.


And so once more a road upon which I'd prefer not to tread is revealed. A road I am forced to travel, though not as a protagonist this time but more as a passenger - just as well, my own path is more than rough enough as it is.