Every week I sit down and prepare to shed some tears. I don’t usually watch shows that rip my heart out such as this one does. My life and my family are nothing like this family. But wait.
This is us. Struggling to accept the absence of someone we hold so dear. Someone who is woven into the very fabric of our beings.
This is us. So different from one to the next. Tall, short, wide, thin, sensitive, outgoing, go-getter, stay-backer.
This is us. Strenuously holding steadfast to our pretenses. Secrets that protect what worries our souls.
This is us. Laughing and plucking up memories that would float away if we didn’t keep bringing them back.
This is us. Honestly and relentlessly holding one another up when life is falling down all around us.
This is us. Razzing and poking and prodding someone to pull their sh*t together because we know they can.
This is us. Spread apart from here to there. But always together.
This is us.