Family is on my mind this day. Am I remiss in strengthening family ties? Unstable in showing my true character? Dismissive? Family requires selflessness, the removal of “I” and an unambiguous understanding of “we.” Yet, families are the most curious of things, they continually expand and contract and at any moment, families are on the verge of falling apart or coming together. Families have unselfish love as a mother for her children, a sister for a brother or a father for his sons and daughters. It is selfless, it requires no reciprocal feeling. We love just because we are family and with experience, knowledge and age, we understand there is little in life worth keeping except our families. Families fight, scrap and, most of all love, because they are families, but in families, feelings are sometimes hurt, old wounds often have salt poured in them, forgetting that all are subject to the petty thinking and narrow-mindedness of being people stirring the continual expansion and contraction of family. Pride girds us for what is right, for what we believe to be true, but smugness can be a roadblock to forgiveness and understanding, blinding our eyes to what is true for the sake of our pride. What judges are we that we might banish or invite family? A family divided by choice is a mob, uncentered in its thinking, leaves falling from the tree and blowing desperately in the wind. From Africa, mothers, fathers and children knew the agony of physical family division, but when families disintegrate because of differences of opinion, life styles or even beliefs, there is no family, only ego. We have little time. How much? No one knows, but to leave with family in disarray, divided and partitioned is a failure of personal character and failure of love. Families expand and contract, but they are always family. I am glad that I have family. I am glad that my family has me. I will hold no animosity because—it’s all family and when it comes to family—that’s all that matters.