My sister and I sat down and counted the various members of our family today. We got higher and higher, adding on siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and parents. As we reached the seventies we began naming people who may as well be in our family, some who are closer then actual relatives. Our god-mother and mothers best friend, our fathers best friend from college and their families.
Our family has been added too so much since we were born that almost any close friend is counted a part of it. I guess that's what makes a true family, that's what makes ours so great. There are so many people I could call if I needed them, so many people I could visit. But the magnitude also includes some pressure, some guilt and not keeping in touch with all eighty or so family members I have. There's always the chance that I'll see this person once in a life time, or next time I know this person won't be there.
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