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I know everyone has different views of what family means to them. For some, it is the blood connection that is unbreakable. For others, who perhaps haven't been blessed with very good blood relative relationships, it is friends that make up a family. I grew up in a generation where it was not uncommon to have divorced parents. My own parents were divorced when I was pretty young, and my husbands parents also divorced when he was in college. The result of those divorces, was like the splitting of an atom-- where two people separate, remarry, combine families, and so on, and so on. We are fortunate, as our parents have ended up happy, and we have a huge, loving, and relatively close family.

All of this comes to mind, as my oldest nephew is preparing to graduate from college this weekend. His brother, and his mother are in town for the festivities. His father is remarried to my sister. It feels like no time has passed. We are all just as comfortable together, maybe even more so, than when we were all joined by marriage.

I also have friends that are truly family to me. Blood relation is definitely not the determining factor in the closeness of my relationships. I have first cousins that I barely know, and 3rd cousins by marriage that feel close to. I think it is all a part of the "bloom where you are planted" philosophy of life. Love those around you, make family of friends, don't hold on to past hurts, life is too short.

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