It's not a misspelling to call me Diane. It's not my name. My mama loved me enough to put that extra syllable there, I'd appreciate you using it.
Funny, if you've known me more than 3.5 minutes you'd probably know that by paying attention. What does that say for those who've known my name more than 40 years?
It says more than anyone on this planet could ever imagine. (this may be why I'm a theist)
My blog was discovered during a google search for a dead relative.
Now I'll be the first to say I'm sorry my blog contains the only story on the internet about said relative. Not even an obituary comes up. My memories of the guy are just plain unpleasant. I don't have details, I don't have the Big Picture of Him Story. I don't need them either. The point of writing about his death, was to document and examine my incredibly odd reaction & the way it was completely ignored and not discussed with me by ANYONE.
At this point in my life, I have enough experience with Death to know I've evolved not so far from the girl who was joyous for peace. I've now become joyous to know this hard-to-understand grownup in my crazy childhood found his very own peace through his death. For that understanding, for that Gift to Me, I will be forever indebted to his experience. Painful & confusing as it was for me as a child.
In wanting to respond to an all-caps heart-felt outpouring of concern for my mental health and ability to function within the family unit, I found this:
Our job is unconditional love.
The job of everyone else in our life is to
push our buttons. -Byron KatieSo thank you, Dear Concerned Cousin. I love you. I appreciate the examination opportunity brought to me by your pushing of my buttons. May my pushing of your buttons bring about great joy and love for you and yours.
May you always remember:
"The truth will set you free.
But first, it will piss you off." -Gloria SteinemNamaste,
diana not diane
1 comment:
Love the Steinem quote, Diana. And when it comes to family dynamics - couldn't be more fitting!
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