How do you define family?
Is it a limited view?
Is it blood and blood alone?
Kevin Delvecchio
We struggle to understand this need, and so we dismantle it.
We tear it apart piece by piece until the complexity overwhelms us.
But, in truth,thisis what makes us human.
Our primal desire to be loved and accepted.
Family, for most people, is the back bone.
Whether they have stayed or did not know how to.
Whether they are the hands that hold or the arms that had no choice but to let go.
What of the family you have created?
The family that you have chosen and the family that has, without question, chosen you?
Family should be and is a much greater spectrum than solely the people we share DNA with.
These are the people.
These are OUR people.
The people who understand our laughter and our silence.
Those who have shown up, over and over again, without coercion, without anything to gain.
The supporters, the guides, the translators and the native tongue.
By definition, family is made up of the descendants of a common ancestor.
It can be resolve.
It can be steel bones and a thirst for adventure.
I think family is hand spun, woven from an ancient, unseen tapestry of light.
A thousand different voices looping a sweet lullaby through loss, through trauma, through separation and reunion.
And how blessed am I to name anyone at all as my foundation?
How blessed are you to be born into family, to have bonds that are unbreakable?
How blessed are you to have friends that have become unyielding sisters and brothers?
How blessed are you to call anyone family, and to have them call you home?
