Walking Wounded

My Father killed himself in 1956, but he wounded all of us. My Mother, siblings and I were the "walking wounded", moving through our days like shell shocked soldiers. We unconsciously passed on some of our wounds to our children. We look normal enough because our wounds don't show, but my brother's inability to talk about it means his wounds are still not healed. I suppose I am trying to heal my wounds. That's what this is all about. I believe that if I can heal myself, that I will shift the energy to a positive. I think that is why my Father came back to me as my son Chris, to help with this shift. Or it could be just to help me deal with my grief and guilt. Hold me in your thoughts and prayers, please.