A family of gypsies

Hello again.

Its been a busy day! I didnt have to go to work today, so instead of relaxing, I take my daughter and 8 month old grandson out for brunch. Then I go visit my 17 year old who has been incarcerated for over a year now. Oh and the day just wasnt full enough so My daughter and I decided to go visit my mother who has moved back in with my sister for the second time. And when I say move, I really mean they all moved. My sister decided that since mom is moving back in then they needed to rent a bigger house. Away they all went for a butt kicking move.

I have moved all my life and I meant that literally. My father was in the army when I was born, so moving was just normal. I lived in germany when I was two.
When my father left the army I was very young. He did his time, the normal 4 years then my parents bought a place in white lake mi. and we settled briefly. I have no clue why my family moved from white lake to pontiac, but they did. Maybe for a bigger house.

We stayed there for a few years until my parents in the 70's decided to get a divorce. Again we move, this time just my mother and us kids. And we left because the house was in forclosure due to non payment.
Ok now we as a family are really on a rollercoster of moves that continues at a crazy pace thruout my life. I cannot count the times I moved! We never stayed in one school district, I went to 4 diff high schools. I eventually graduated thru the g.e.d program at 18 years old.

And here I am at this late age with many many many moves in my past feeling like I have no roots, finally I have been in my place for over 3 years, and its an apt, so ummm I know this isnt perminent. I am tired of living like a gypsy. But the problem is how to stop this rolling stone that hasnt gathered any moss. lol.

This brings to mind my spiritual journey. I often wonder why all the moves, why the poverty, why the hardships. Not that there hasnt been laughter, because there have been many times that I laughed so hard I cried. I have just as many good memories as bad ones. I want to say at least half and half. Yes my life has been half full of good times. lol. And the truth of the matter is that is wasnt money that made me happy. It was family, and friends, and the moment. I also have to admit that it was alot easier on my youthful body to handle the moves and hard times. I am finding it harder now that I am older to deal with the same stressers. Well there have been a few new hardships added in my old age that just isnt what I had planned for.

I kinda figured that with old age I would have more aches and pains, and I do. But I never planned on dealing with the Michigan Department Of Corrections as well as the mental health services that we have here. Oh yes my youngest gave me those mountains to climb on my journey. I gotta give that boy this much. Out of all of my children, none but that youngest gave me those life lessons. Talk about growth. Before my son's incarceration, I never gave much thought to the prison system or those behind bars. Now that I am part of the Prison family, I see all Prisoners as someone's brother, sister, mother, father,ect.... and we are not seperate, we really are our brothers keeper. Yes my spirit has grown magnitudes over this life lesson.

We really are like a steriotypical family of gypsies. we move alot. we have the criminals, the drunkards, the eccentrics, and the Witch! Now we are also hard workers, some laborers, others professional. My family is a mixed bag of nuts. lol.



Have a blessed night
I will be back.

Sadie Mae