One of my sisters, being cranky about an estranged aunt, once famously muttered, “Just because we’re related, doesn’t mean I have to like you.”
One side of my family is outspoken like that, highly opinionated, yet generous and outgoing. One side is quiet — much more quiet.
I love them all, deeply. They’re spread across countries — until recently, continents — and have different languages, faiths, and countries of origin. Some are in school; some are retired (OK, my mother will never retire!); and careers range from health care to engineering, from retail to academia. Some have disabilities. One is a triathlete.
They’re all wonderful. I cherish every one of them, perhaps even more keenly because they all live thousands of miles from us.
I’m especially grateful for their support, and unconditional love.