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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.

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