Families are funny.
I come from quite a big family. I’m the youngest of the brood. In many ways the odd one out. The one with the funny diet. The one who works out. The one outdoor person. The one that went to university. The one who is bereaved. The one single parent. The one Aspergers parent. The one who blogs. I could go on…..
Don’t get me wrong we are a loving family. No egos. No fights. No cross words.
We are geographically spread but would fairly regularly see each other. Would…..
Mum was the gravitational force that held us in orbit. The force that would bring us together. Now the gravity has gone. We don’t meet up much now. The links are now mainly phone calls and texts. 2020 has not helped. I’ve not seen one sister and my brother in over 2 years now.
But we are still loving and caring. But here’s the thing.
You can be loving without being close. You can be family and not share. Be caring without understanding.
I share things on this blog that my family never hear. If I need a shoulder to cry on I don’t turn to my brother or sisters. I turn to my closest friend(s). That’s were I’m best understood.
Yep families are funny.