
From the time I exited the womb of an angel I have been surrounded by this unique concept that we call family. Family is not something that can be defined in Webster's dictionary or taught in higher learning institutions. Family is not something that you have the luxury to choose or change as time passes. And it is not just defined by a group of people who simply share the same blood. It can not be measured by time space or money but by love. You are first introduced to what love truly is by your family. That unconditional love that can sometimes leave you at a lost for words because in life love can come and go in the world, but the love that is shown through family goes way beyond logical thinking and beyond right and wrong. When it comes to family right and wrong is not a measure on how much you love....family. People come and go relationships grow and some die but family remains. As a child my understanding of family was family reunions,family cookouts,holiday dinners and birthday wishes. It wasn't until branches began to fall from my family tree,that my understanding of family began to grow. That empty feeling you get when their name is said. or when you walk by that place where you shared so many memories and you began to form a somewhat empty smile because the feeling is so complex. Because on one hand you are told to be happy because they're in a better place but then the selfish side of you wonders WHY? Why now , why then ,why him ...the lost of family to me is similar to a bittersweet melody. Its like when you hear that song that hits every chord in your soul and you enjoy the fact someone can know you so well but it hurts just the same. Please understand that when the smoke clears and the pain begins to fade,family will remain. Me myself I use family as motivation every calculated step I take towards manhood I am driven and motivated by family. Every song I write and decision I make is influenced by the tree in which i am a member of . And its not about who holds the longest branch, who seems to blossom and who seems to wither when it comes down to it whether your blossoming or withering it is the responsibility of each branch to hold each other up no matter the conditions...
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