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Date: 27 January 2008 17:01:32
**Warning miserable type posting - if you are depressed you probably don't want to go any further**
Once upon a time that was a matriarchal structure in place that somehow ensured that everybody knew all the really important stuff and that everybody else hadn't assumed everybody else had passed on the information. Basically they made sure everybody else knew what they needed to know (aswell, as at times, ensuring some people didn't know what they didn't need to know).
Then there came a dark period when the matriarchal structure was dismantled by a force called death. In it's place was left a network of individuals pulling together but never quite managing to get the communication channels going in the same way. During this dark period there was alot of pain, alot of denial and alot of avoidance going on as everybody worked to put together a new blood community without the strong foundation the matriarchal structure had provided. However, those who were left behind truly loved each other and wanted to honour the memory of the matriarchs and so they sought to ensure that they continued to look out for one another. What they didn't understand, which the matriarchs had, was sometimes truths had to be spoken and information given whatever reaction it was felt that this would provoke from the reciever.
Now normally this didn't matter too much. However, one day it was time for the patriarch to leave the house he had shared with one matriarch and move, fully, into the house the older patriarch and matriarch had owned. This was obviously very hard for the patriarch and his children. It was perhaps complicated by the fact one of the patriarchs children couldn't bear the pain of visiting their parental home now dark times had come and another couldn't handle visiting their grandparents home (the patriarchs new home).
As the time for the final closing of the door came the patriarchs daughter phoned to enquire after the patriarchs health and was shocked to find out how near the time was when the home would finally be left. In the void of communication left by the matriarchs passing nobody had remembered to tell her when the final chapter of that story would be written. The daughter felt guilty, guilty she had not known (or rather not really engaged brain and been to scared to ask the questions) and so had not been there to support the patriarch, who was struggling to ensure the door would be closed on time. Guilty that she didn't have the inner strength and resourcefulness to be a matriarch in the mould of those of the past. She also felt angry, angry that the patriarch and his sons had through whatever motivation not mentioned this to her. Finally she felt sad, so sad as she thought back to the memories the house held and the possessions it had once contained. The house where the door was finally going to be closed was the home she grew up in. Now the door was being closed the coming of the dark times and the loss of the matriachs suddenly felt and became very, very real to her.
In the mist of this though there was a sign that the matriarchal structure may one day grow again and that the dark times may fade as the light shone through again. A young matriarch, the daughters daughter and so grandaughter and great-grandaughter to the matriarchs decided it was time for her to inner strength to show and so she could support her family. The teenager picked up the telephone to the patriarch and informed him she wanted to help. Whilst her mother and uncle were too paralysed by their grief to fully do what was required she had the strength and the willingness to do so (telling her mother as she left to explain to the school there had been a family emergancy). The mother smiled at this surprised and embarassed at the bravery and strength of the young woman who was clearly a matriarch in the making.
So this is where our story ends or rather it is where the next chapter of the story may start. If you happen to come across the patriarch or his family at this time though please be sensitive it is a hard and emotional time as they come to close the door. Hugs would actually be very greatfully recieved by the daughter as she journeys on the emotional rollercoaster to the end of the month when the door will finally be closed, distracted only by her work.