On Tuesday evening Paul and Jeanne and I went to our nephew Peter’s home for dinner with the extended family. Peter and Erica are wonderful hosts, and in truth the whole family chipped in with the planning and providing of a wonderful meal. I haven’t been at a Klainer family gathering for four years, so this was a real treat. All the Boston family had to go to work the next day, so I am especially touched by their eagerness to get together.
My nephew Peter’s family are animal lovers: they have a cat, a rabbit, and a guinea pig named Louise. Louise and I met on my last visit, and we reconnected over dinner. We had to keep Tucker, Paul and Jeanne’s dog, well away from Louise. Tucker had far too much interest in the small squeaking rodent.
We all have family of blood, the family we were born into. That family is forever. My younger sister Wendy’s birthday was Feb. 19, Monday. Happy birthday Sis!
We have family of choice, the people we choose to hold closest to our hearts. That family is usually forever, but not always.
Then there is family that we marry into. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes not. I really lucked out. When Jerry died, his family told me that nothing had changed, that I was still family to them — even without Jerry — and that they would care about me forever. It meant the world at a very dark and terrible time.
Jerry’s brother Paul, his sister Amy, and her husband Will, are in the pic below.
Amy has never failed, in the 15 years since Jerry’s death, to call me on his birthday to tell me she loves me and is thinking about me.
Paul makes me breakfast, brews my coffee even though he doesn’t drink it himself, fixes my computer, and gives me a great big man-hug when I arrive.
I really lucked out.