My family is the definition of dysfunctional. (all of my cousins, aunts, uncles, more than my immediate family) Most of our time spent together is not all that enjoyable. Hurricane Ivan brought about a perspective change for most of us however. As my mom, dad, sister, and I huddled in my hallway that unforgettable night I remember hearing the eerie sound of a tornado off in the distance. It was a little past eight o clock. It was the first time I had ever heard a tornado but my mom told me that it was plenty far away and that we would be safe. Well we were safe but my grandmother was not. Her house was split in two by the minor tornado. It is a miracle her and my aunt are alive. The Tornado opened a gaping hole in her living room and completely removed her back patio from its prior existence. No one else from our family was juristically devastated by the hurricane so we all got to help rebuild mawmaw’s house. This chore would often involve lots of yelling and irreconcilable disputes. However all of that seemed to be put aside. We all focused on the task at hand and got it done without complaining or picking arguments. It was one of the gratifying examples of unity I have ever seen amongst my family.
Family comes first. This was never apparent to me until I witnessed it firsthand. I learned that no matter what your small dispute is with a family member is you are still family, you love each other regardless.
