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FAMILY TREE

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Imagine…

 

Always having to skip over the family history section of every medical form.

 

Not knowing about your ancestry or where you came from.

 

Never really knowing if your parents were married.

 

Not knowing the names of your Grandparents.

 

Knowing that you have a half sister out there and wondering is she ever thought about you.

 

Making the dreaded family tree in elementary school.

 

I feel that if this still is a practice in school today, it should be stopped immediately.  This was utter torture for me every single time that I had to do it   The feeling of embarrassment and humiliation that I felt when I didn’t have names to put in the little boxes of my cut out tree was overwhelming.    I hated my self.  I hated all of the relatives that felt it would be easier to pretend I didn’t exist.  I hated the way my teachers fumbled over their words as they tried to assure me that it was okay that I only had four other names to put in the boxes.

 

But most of all, I hated the day that my father told me at my brothers funereal that  I had “to understand Tiffany, your mother was crazy and I just couldn’t deal with her, but now you are an adult and I would love to get to know you”.  My father asked me to dinner for our fifth possibly sixth “dinner” together. 

 

I was 28 years old.

 

The man who only called every few years when his father was in the States because he needed to trick my grandfather into thinking he saw his kids suddenly wanted to “get to know me”.

 

I never hated my father until this day.  I had a void there before.  I always wondered why it was that I felt so indifferent or why my blood ran so cold that I didn’t have love or hate towards him.  I wanted to hate this man for my entile life and I really tried but I just couldn’t.  I had always imagined that it was the beast who wouldn’t let him see me.  For years I gave him every excuse I could  think of to give myself the gift of thinking that someone out there may have wanted me.

 

I was never sure if it was true but there was always the possiblity.  I didn’t know what his side was and didn’t want to.  I never asked and was perfectly pleased with keeping things the way they were. 

 

But now he just threw it out there.  BOOM!

 

He knew the beast was crazy and he left his children there alone and defenseless.  And now, the only other person in my whole life who ever really knew what I went through was gone.

 

AND I HAD TO UNDERSTAND? 

 

No! 

 

I will never understand how a man can know that his children are in the hands of a monster and just choose to walk away.   I can not undersatnd how Billy and I suffered years of torment merely because my father couldn’t handle the beast.

 

 I went homeless.

 

I went hungry.

 

I went into addiction. 

 

I went to college.

 

I worked hard.

 

I managed to keep a smile on my face every single day so that everyone would think I was happy while I was dying on the inside.

 

AND I HAD TO UNDERSTAND?

 

No!

 

Understand that my father is an immature selfish man who can not handle his responsibilities?

 

Understand how my father hurts people when he doesn’t even know that he is doing it?

 

Understnad how my father could possibly think that I could understand this?

 

I did understand.

I am my father.  

And I hate him for it.

 

I have never been the same since this day. 

 

It was the day I had to bury my brother and the day my father broke my heart. 

 

It was the first day since I was 15 that I really cried and I couldn’t stop. 

 

It was the day I decided to destroy my life with addiction. 

 

It started with my brother’s cancer pills that were left behind.

 

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Written by Tiffany Sams

October 8, 2008 at 12:55 am

Cancer Found Billy

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Scorpio.  That is my birth sign.  Said to be stubborn, vindictive, spiteful, unforgiving and revengeful, by any professional astrologist, Scorpios are mostly known for their sting.  As I do find this a rather accurate account of my personality, I still have difficulty believing that I became this way due to the month of my birth.  After all, my brothers share many of these same traits and they were both born in February.

 

Would I be this way if I had grown up differently, would my brothers? Do children born in February and November all have parents that screwed up?  These are questions that constantly roam around in my mind.  I’m sure my brother’s have these kinds of questions too, or had in Billy’s case.  He died from cancer when he was 33 years old. 

 

Billy was troubled by his upbringing.  Of course the cruelty affected him in irreversible ways, but I think always being the poorest family in town affected him even more. 

Billy was the over achiever of our family, Billy was actually the only achiever of our family.  For as long as I can remember his two major goals in life were to become a millionaire by age 30 and to escape the beast whom Billy so affectionately referred to as white trash.  In every instance of his very short but very successful life, then end product was always on his mind – this nearly always meant more money.  The thought of having more and more money ruled his life and he had his first success at age 18.  I am almost certain it was close to the actual day he turned 18 when my big brother escaped. Billy left the beast and never returned home again.

 

As heartbroken as I am that he is gone, in the six months that Billy lived with the sickness that would forever change the lives of all who knew him, my brother achieved a goal that had long been set for him by his sister.  Along with a new perspective on what is truly important in life, cancer brought a certain contentment into my brothers life.  A contentment he had never experienced before and I believe never would have had it not been for this rapid turn of events.  Terminal cancer brought him happiness with his loving wife Barb who would have always done anything for Billy, for which he never appreciated until she became his care taker, his lover and his best friend. 

 

Barb is a nurse and Billy hated do-gooders and especially couldn’t understand why his wife would want to work long hard hours for such a small amount of money.  He just couldn’t understand. 

 

 Until he got sick. 

 

Billy was at the mercy of nurses and he had the most wonderful nurses that could be had.  Altruism was a sign of weakness to my brother, but it is this weakness that became his greatest strength as he allowed these kind and caring people to enter his world.  He learned that to be a nurse was not about money, it was about people.  Most of all Billy finally let Barb love him the way she always did anyway, but now he allowed his heart and body to experience it in a way he never could.   And he loved her back…in a way that he never would.

 

In those last months of his life my brother finally felt love.  I mean he really felt love.  He allowed himself to give in to the weakness of being loved and being cared for.  See, for me and Billy, giving in to love means opening yourself up for pain, and emotional pain is far more dangerous then the physical anguish caused by his cancer.  And if cancer brought Billy this feeling – finally – after years of feeling unworthy, then I am happy for it. 

 

Billy died a millionaire, Billy died free from the beast but most of all Billy died with love in his heart.  Money could never buy this love and Billy knew it.

 

 I have never felt this love.  I came close once, but my lover was human and made mistakes and I couldn’t get over it.  I have never allowed myself to fully give in to the vulnerability of love.  I will always feel the void of that loss.

 

 I was so close. 

 

 

 

 

Written by Tiffany Sams

September 16, 2008 at 11:06 pm

Posted in Torture of the Mind

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