I feel like there is at least two different kinds of family. I guess there could be a lot more than that, but for me there has really only been two. Sometimes one becomes the other and other becomes the first, but ultimately there they were always two different groups. First there’s the obvious, the family you don’t choose. Your Mother, your Father, your siblings etc. They are alway supposed to be there even though they aren’t for some people. You yell, scream and disagree at times, but you want them to succeed and chances are you know them, for better or worse, better than they may even know themselves. And then there’s the family you choose, your friends. They become your family momentarily or forever. Sometimes you date the shit out of them, sometimes your best friend dates the awkward sibling that you were sercertly into (this hasn’t happened in my chosen family yet). This chosen family is where you get a lot of strength from. It changes, comes and goes, or develops online in a guild and it’s awesome
I like it.
Anyways I’m blessed that I have an great versions of both. My mom is battling breast cancer, and this weekend we finally got some good news (my mom had lost a breast and some lymph nodes at that point) the second set of lymph nodes the doctors took were clear of cancer. I’ve never seen someone almost collapse because of relief and happiness, but I did when my mom heard the news on the phone. She used my dad to keep herself up and then proceeded to cheer around the room and dance. I loved it. She deserves all the health and good fortune in the world.
My mom kind of kicks ass.
Then I have a great extended family at The Art We Are. A local gallery and cafe in kamloops. The cafe is open till 11:00pm so really if I go down anytime after about 5:00 I’ll see someone I know.
We play a lot of boardgames. Catan gets intense, friendship are betrayed and people become monsters… but that’s a different post.
I should get to this weekend. We played everyone’s favourite game of martial arts tag, Ninja (see my previous vancouver post) late Saturday night, a game that has turned into a bit a national sport at The Art We Are, with challenges not taken lightly and matches that are taken a little too seriously. It started pretty uneventful with only a few silent grunts and disputes about hits. Until (my amazing friend) Kaycie destroyed my face with her hand. What happened was my hand was near my face when she swiped at it with viper like intensity it might my face instead of my hand. (Side note: While I was writing this I told one member of my Art We Are family that I dislike bright eyes… she immediately looked at me and said… Their lyrics are on my binder… Fuck). When the fountains of blood stopped she offered to buy me Pachos, so I was over my disfigurement pretty quick.
Sunday was another day with the same family… we spent the day taking family portraits for one of members whose leaving soon and going back to Australia in a week. That’s what I love about this family they do a lot to show each other they care. I don’t know if people do that enough. Anyways. I don’t know if Christina will see this, but if you go into The Art We Are in the next week make sure you hug her or something, she tears up easy and happy sad tears are okay sometimes.
I am also happy sad about leaving kamloops. I love all my families.