EFFORT
Sunday, August 22nd, 2021 | Fredericksburg, VA
I do not feel at ease. I doubt any of us really do. Which seems strange to me. I doubt any of us would seek to reunite of our own volition. Yet, we were not corralled here. No one made us come. No one forced us. And yet, here we all are, not at all at ease.
I haven’t said two meaningful words to my brother. I don’t think any of us have. I have the odd feeling we all don’t really know what to say in this instance. We don’t want to lash out, but we’re angry with him. At least, I am. I have been for a long time. And today, I finally realized why. What it is about him that irks me so much.
It is his lack of effort.
This situation we find ourselves in- that he finds himself in- it is of his own doing. But does he reach out? Take responsibility? Ask forgiveness? No.
He hides. He escapes. Like always. Forever the child. Errant in his ways. But it is our fault, as well.
What efforts have we made? For his sake?
