For all who live with rejection by family of origin:
I heard a voicemail today. It was left last night. It informed me that “Baby” died Thursday night. He died after a long, long, long, long illness. He died just in time to miss being alone for Christmas.
As I prepare to spend the evening with my family celebrating an “early Christmas”, because of scheduling conflicts on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, my thoughts and prayers are with all who live without the love of their families of origin. I say a special prayer tonight for those who know only rejection, for reasons they never chose, by those who should love them the most.