I, too, am conflicted, and I can't figure out, for the life of me WHY! For the better part of my life now, I've resented my parents for choosing Via as a place for me to grow up away from them! I've struggled with feelings of abandonment, loneliness, displacement for as long as I can remember. Although I've struggled, I have forgiven, but the pain remains.
So, WHY am I conflicted about Via closing? I know the hurt that many have felt as a result of their experience there...some, who, to this day, are struggling just to make it through another day.
I guess it is just that the majority of my childhood memories--good and bad--took place on that bright red patch of land overlooking that valley. Everything from my first Conference experience to my High School graduation. I climbed those trees, slammed those doors, crashed into eucalyptus trees on my bike, took meals in the refei, walked those halls. My peers became my family for months on end.
I guess what I mostly grieve is the loss of that family--as dysfunctional as it may have been--it was still my family. I'm still reeling from the reports of abuse that occurred to members of that family while at that "Home-Sweet-Away from Home." I, too, can hardly wrap my head around it. I'm still sorting out what was real, what was true, what was sacred, from what was lies and abuse and twisted mentality.
Somehow, with the school doors closing, it is the end of something for me--and for others like me. And for some (many, perhaps), it signifies the end of a cruel reign of sorts. And I believe they would be justified for seeing it as such.
As is common with grief, the "what might have beens" mingle with the reality. Sometimes we cry for what is lost, and sometimes we cry because we wish it might have been different. I grieve both simultaneously.
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