Bird With Broken Wing
This is a song sung by a man named "Don Francisco". My uncle Gary particularly liked him. He was talented in singing stories and played music with a folk- like sound. This song sounded haunting to me and I would always wonder who the bird was , was it the Israelite nation being stubborn? Or someone he knew? It stood out from the rest of his music to me.
In the following posts I have written about something that has remained hidden in my life. Most of my thoughts are focused on this topic. I've left out most of the details, the main parts were hard enough to write about. Some memories I have excluded as they involve my siblings or my mom. I feel like they should tell their own story when they are ready. I don't feel ready to write this , or I don't want to. For about three to four years now God has been hinting, pushing, poking and prodding me to get these memories out on paper (in a sense). I have ignored Him, made excuses and flat out refused to do it. It has been very difficult to think about my relationship with my dad even after the counseling I went to. Healing has been a long and painful process and by refusing to do this I think I may have been prolonging it. For family members who read this, it is not my intent to spread gossip or hurt anyone. Please respect this and my family.
I'm talking about my memories only and most of the ones that are written down have been shut behind a door in my mind for a long time. When I opened that door they, for a time, took over and seemingly tainted all of my good memories. I know that memories are fickle and not always accurate so I tried to focus on the emotions I remember feeling. The good memories are starting to trickle back as I deal with the ugly hidden ones.
