I connect the best I can with family and revel in their warmth and love.
The family we gain (both through blood and by choice) is what we take with us into the next life.
Your happiness is directly proportional to your social interactions.
Family stories remind us that we are one, that we are happier together.
Sisters understand you like no other. They know you, the young child you and the adult you. They roll their eyes with you at your parents; they share the same inside jokes.
Four years ago today, my brother, Adam, died in a tragic canyoneering accident. I’m not going to get into those details because they really don’t matter and they’ve been rehashed time and time again over the last few years (especially the month following the accident). Suffice it to say, it was unexpected and heart-breaking. So…