Family Matters

Some day, I will write a book about my family. It will cause tears of both sadness and joy, it will cause shock, intense interest, and most likely a roller coaster of emotions.

I am sure most families are dysfunctional. I always laugh out loud at movies and books when there is a crazy family that reminds me of mine.

As kids we would answer the phone “ Crazy House”, “Nut House” and “Funny Farm”. When there is a house full of six children, what else could you call it? There was never a quiet moment. Someone was always in trouble. Someone was always crying. Someone always hated someone. But at the end of the night from all the bedrooms you would hear someone start the yell out ritual :

“Night everyone, Love you!”

If someone didn’t respond, there would be another yell

“Goodnight Dad, Love you!” “Laura, I said goodnight, love you”

I couldn’t sleep until everyone knew that even though I yelled at them an hour ago, and told them how much I hated them, that I truly did love them.


My family is everything to me. Living away, I am not as close to them as I wish I could be. I can never wait to go home to Cape Breton, and then after a weekend or a week filled with my chaotic family, I can’t wait to get back to Halifax for some peace and quiet. However, after just 15 minutes of driving back home, I miss them already.

My family certainly isn’t boring. There is always something exciting going on. Sure, events are hectic. Usually tears, but ALWAYS laughter. Always memories and Always Love!