Friday, September 3, 2010
No one can tell you the definition of what or who makes up your family. Common blood is only a small portion of the equation.
In times of grief, we hold each other up, give each other strength, and understand that sometimes words mean nothing while a strong pair of arms is everything.
For some, divorce is a break that causes an unbreechable chasm, while for others it becomes the means for the addition of more people to love. More parents, more siblings, more aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents that extend into uncountable numbers. Not just more people you love, but also more people who love you.
Blood may be thick, but a bond of love is thicker, stronger, and more important.
Sometimes we forget these things, because every family has several levels of dysfunction, of fault, of human frailty. And then something happens that makes us remember. Makes us appreciate each other. Makes us hold onto the only people who will always love us.
Family is the center—the core—of everything, in life as well as in death.
That is all.
*I hereby officially promise that next week’s posts will not be so depressing.