This year, if I am thankful for anything, I am thankful for family. Up
until recently, I have associated that word with blood but,
unfortunately, it has become increasingly apparent just how skewed that
way of thinking really is. Blood does not make someone love you. It does
not mean that they will not turn on you, given the opportunity, or
attack and blame you for things that have gone wrong. A family is made
up of people that care for you, despite your faults, and do not us
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them against you; those that remain by your side even when your back is
turned and do not lie to your face in an attempt to gain something in
return. So, even though the upcoming holidays will be more bitter than
sweet, I am very, very grateful to those that have offered their love,
encouragement and sympathy these last few weeks. To my parents and
siblings, friends, coworkers, members of our church's congregation and
random, long-lost acquaintances that have shown up at our door with
prayers and support: you are all my family and I love you.
