It’s been nearly a year since I’ve written in this blog. I’ve come so far, but there are still days when the pain resurfaces. It will be nine years this October. Apart from one aunt, I haven’t heard a single word from my parents, siblings, nieces, nephews, aunts or uncles. Silence. Occasionally, my aunt will share some news. I know my dad is failing with Parkinson’s. So sad. I’ve since learned that two nieces have been married - each now with multiple children. One of my nephews was also recently married. You can learn a lot from social media or a simple internet search. I wouldn’t be surprised if my biological family is also checking in on me from time to time. It’s one of the strange things about broken relationships. Sort of like driving by a car accident - you don’t want to look, but something deep inside leads you to stare through the flashing lights at the twisted metal in the median. For the most part, I’ve grown comfortable with the silence. I used to pray that...