We don't have family here. We have friends who feel like family, who I want to be their family and I want them to be mine. You need family, even if it isn't your actual family.
A cousin had some scary brain-and-spine surgery a few weeks ago ...a cousin with twin 3-year-olds. I made dinners. I drove them over. Another cousin lost her fiance in an awful traffic accident. I - okay, well, again, I brought over food. Maybe I'm sort of one-note about these things, but dammit, you need food.
Here is a pie. And a casserole. It's not exactly the same as cans of Alpo, but it feels like the right direction. I will bring food and come and sit with you.
Sometimes I wonder if I like doing it so much because of sheer disgusting self-righteousness, but I don't think that's actually it.
It's an honor.
It's an honor to be chosen and trusted to be part of someone's family.