Family Roots?

One thing lacking in my life is blood-related family, roots.  The topic of family saddens me especially when I meet people that are close to their families.  I get a little bitter and spiteful because I feel like my dad prevented me and my brother from being a part of something out of purely selfish reasons.  I hate the ego.  I prayed a lot that God would let me meet my family, and it's started to happen.

The long story short is that my dad has 8 brothers and sisters, and my grandfather (my lolo) has 8 brothers and sisters.  I have 4 half-siblings from my dad's previous marriage as well as a million cousins.  What Filipino doesn't?  It's a staple like Spam, Vienna sausages, parties with karaoke, rice, soy sauce...etc. lol.

Prior to my accident, I had always longed for family.  My father never talked about his roots and never invited us to family functions.  Apparently, we're the black sheep on my father's side.  We're estranged.  

But now, in the age of online communities, I've taken it upon myself to search them out.  I'm too cheap to pay for "family tree-building"/"people locating" websites because I know that I could probably do it myself.  It would only cost me time and tenacity.  Luckily for me, networking sites have made it impossible NOT to find family.  My last name, Almalel, makes the task even easier because ALL Almalels are related.  Every single person I requested on FB (that would accept) verified that in some way we were related.  The Excel sheet I started is getting out of hand so I just jot down facts now.

The beginning attempts to relate to my past have been interesting.  I have relatives all over the world.  I met my dad's 1st cousin who lives in AZ and it was cool talking to her because she was my dad's childhood crony.  She dished out a lot about my dad.  It was as if I found a book that detailed Jesus' life between the ages of 12 and 33.  Okay, that's a bit extreme, but I was equally as interested.

Searching for my family has ups and downs.  I now know that I have a 3 year old sister who's mom is probably my age....gross...., but I found my half brother on FB and was so glad to reconnect because apparently, he's a black sheep too. (He's gay and was disowned by my father in '97)  Today I met my 25 year old niece and we chatted a bit.  We decided to get together for lunch.  I feel weird meeting family in this stage of my life and honestly I feel stranger meeting them while in a wheelchair.  It's my own deal, I know.

But this is yet another answered prayer "post-accident".  I'm meeting family left and right and won't let my fear keep me from knowing them any longer.  Before, my dad kept my immediate family from knowing the whole family, so I'm taking the opportunity to meet them, whether it's odd or not.  I'm odd, so I'll be fine. :)

Christmas Reflection

This was a note that I posted on FB entitled "Tis The Season".  I wanted to share this with everyone I know that's followed my journey on a more public platform, though it's important for me to keep these things documented here, where my private thoughts lie.

Thanks to all who've supported me this last year.

Tis The Season

What if I told you that tomorrow your life would change drastically? You'll be hospitalized for 4 months and will have to relearn how to do things for yourself again. Your bladder and bowels will no longer respond and you can forget about sex for awhile. Independence will have to be put aside as well as pride because you will need help with everything. Pain will be a daily obstacle, yet not one that you cannot overcome.



Now, what if I told you that you would be given strength, peace, patience, and a TON of love while the change happens? That all your financial needs would be met and that you would be inspiration to other people? That your family would reunite, and that amazing friends would come out of nowhere, and that your path would be clear to you?

In 4 hours I will be celebrating my 1 year anniversary. I've survived and it's thanks to all of my family, friends, and obviously God.

The journey has begun and life is now perceived through a different mindset. A paradigm shift if you may. I'm much less negative and make an effort to be a better human everyday.

Remember what's important. Let the little things go. Time is short.

What's the old adage?

Live, Love, Laugh

God bless you all and Merry Christmas.