Family. It’s a strange word to me. Most people look at family as being the ones they are related to by blood, but I don’t.
I could sit here and tell you stories about why I don’t have a relationship with my dad, but you could read all about it here. I could tell stories about Mom leaving StepDad for the gardner and feeling guilty about it after StepDad died, but you’ve already read that too. And of course, you already know how wonderful Sis and RJ are, so no need to keep going on and on about them either.
So, that brings me to my other family. They are not blood related, but they treat me as if I’m their daughter anyway. They invite me to family dinners and birthdays and always ask how school and work are going. And they don’t live in another state.
I’m grateful every day that I have a second family that I can count on when I need. And a few of them happen to be going to Hawaii with us next month.
Now it’s your turn. Tell me what your family.