When you move about 800 miles away from your family, you end up having to make connections with others to create that family.
Someone dear to me sent me a plaque a few years ago which I love: "Friends are the Family we choose for Ourselves."
It took us a few years, but we have acquired such friends and I am proud to consider them part of our family.
It is especially nice when someone who is not your flesh and blood takes you in and makes you feel like you are a part of their family. Someone who dotes on your children and asks them those questions that only relatives ask. Someone who takes pictures of your kids because she wants to. Who sends you emails with pictures of those times (in montages even!).
Unfortunately, when you get close to someone you also have to feel heartbroken when they go.
Dee, you made me and my family feel welcome in yours. You doted on my children like a grandmother.
And you showed how us how to face adversity with a positive fighting attitude.
Thank you for being a part of our lives. You will be missed.
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