family......
they are supposed to be the ones that are there for you
right?
from birth until death?

i wonder when exactly my family stopped seeing me as family...

was it the baby?
when grandpa, our family untiter, died?
when i moved out?
the first or 2nd or 3rd  or 4th or 5th or 6th time that DEFACS was called?

when did i become a stranger?

its rediculous the way they treat me
when my mom was in the hospital no one told me which one or offered to take me to her
when my grandpa was dieing.....no one told me the facts or when he went downhill

and now....my uncle bob's funeral is this weekend.....
and no one even told me he died....
no one offered a possiblity to say good-bye.........

family.........
for me....
they are all broken people with stupid grudges and forgetful hearts....

maybe its a good thing they want nothing to do with me
maybe john and his family is enough....

maybe......
maybe i hate how life is changeing