I’ve been trying to write about my Brightspots. Words evade me despite the sincerest appreciation I have. And appreciation is dull and lifeless in my explanation. But I continue to try to clarify how family is sometimes blood and sometimes choice. And that far away from home and the people who love you because you are theirs, others sometimes invite you into the love they have to share and wrap you there – in a nucleus of affection, banter, prayer, laughter…and in my case, food- because they choose to.
I didn’t know what to expect. In truth I’d only met N and F twice. A fluke of mutual acquaintance put me in their path and their extreme kindness extended goes well beyond that. I’m still trying to find the words to express my gratitude…I’m still failing…

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