The family is a curious construct. Blood ties breed the most salient and indestructible of bonds, but they can also weigh down relationships with an intense hostility that refuses to erode by distance or time.
I've so many friends that despise their families so much that they're self-pronounced orphans. I try but I can't really relate. My clan is large and disparate but not (for the most part) estranged. It's not without its own share of black sheep, deserters, rebels, angels, cast-offs, models, disowners, and survivors. I got to see a few of them recently at a shockingly well-coordinated surprise 50th birthday party for my cancer-conquering cousin. There was the usual gaiety, over-abundance of food, and youthful antics performed by the millenials, but this time there was also (I'm gonna get hokey here) a sense of overarching joy — the warmth and fuzziness from being happy to be alive and together to enjoy each other's
When my branch withers, this family tree would still undoubtedly flourish.
From this I take solace.
feist - past in present
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