family are all the good people who collect spaces in your heart along your way. the one’s whose hearts collide with yours. family may last a lifetime, a season, or enter your life for a reason. whatever the outcome, never take for granted the one’s who made your soul shine a little brighter.
What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn’t just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We have many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect and we couldn’t expect them to be. You can’t make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.
I do not believe that the accident of birth makes people sisters and brothers. It makes them siblings. Gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood are conditions people have to work at. It’s a serious matter. You compromise, you give, you take, you stand firm, and you’re relentless…And it is an investment. Sisterhood means if you happen to be in Burma and I happen to be in San Diego and I’m married to someone who is very jealous and you’re married to somebody who is very possessive, if you call me in the middle of the night, I have to come.
— Maya Angelou
Light. Happy. In spite of what happened between us, after those unpretty exchange of words and workable civility, he was willing to risk his life because of me. He saved me. I couldn’t thank him enough.
I missed him. It’s a wonderful realization. With my clothes soaking wet, he came to get me. At the other end of the road, wading through deep raging muddy waters, he rescued his daughter. And that was enough for me to know that he LOVES me no matter what. And I feel so much better after.
I am my father’s daughter. Once more.