Family is on my mind a lot these days. I live a long, long way from my immediate family, which makes me sad. We are a close-knit, small, proud clan. My Mom, our matriarch (absolutely), is 90-plus years young, and every day with her is a day not to be taken for granted. I am lucky that my brother and I really like each other. My nieces still act like they think I am a little bit cool, and while that may be misplaced on their part—for me, it makes being 62 a tad more palatable. I miss them. Missing them makes me all the more thankful for this community—family. To quote two wise friends: “There are friends who are family, and family who are friends,” and “Friends are the family we choose.” Yep. As part of the team—family—at the Peninsula Community Foundation for a year now, I am learning that within our community there are all kinds of organizations that operate like families in all the best ways—sometimes as families for our neighbors who perhaps have never had a real family before. In this edition of “The Peninsula Perspective,” we are pleased to tell stories about families of all kinds and invite you to think about the families that are part of your life, too.
Families are a trip—they are complex, messy, tricky, surprising, frustrating, redemptive, and beautiful. But when allowed to be defined with flexible edges, they invite all of us to be the best versions of ourselves. If you are viewing this message, you are already part of our family. Please help us seek others who should be, too. And hold tight. Family matters. Adelia Comments are closed.
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