The thing I lost was my own little family. A wife and a dog and a cat. Maybe that’s why I became so close with my parents, my siblings, my nieces when it all came down.
This weekend taught me that I adore my family. I need them. They need me.
This weekend also made me feel like I am part of a community here, and I am loved as much as I love. I have such an extended group of amazing people. I am never alone.
This weekend I realized that the only family I have is somewhere else, and life doesn’t really seem likely to provide my own little family again. Not here.
And maybe I don’t want my own little family again. I wasn’t very good at it to begin with.
I just needed to write this down. I miss my family more and more. That’s not the same as being alone.