Wrote another political essay and submitted it. We are traveling to DC this week. We will take Route 81 up, so much more beautiful than 95. We will be visiting with my sister.
Besides the essay, this is a pretty lazy day for me. my daughter and grandchild are over here; she works on her art in our apartment. I almost said "step-daughter," but she feels like a daughter and the baby feels like my grandchild. I am very glad she and my son and started to bond. They are acting more like brother and sister over time. Her husband and I have a ways to go in terms of developing a relationship, I think. We may be trying too hard. But I am willing.
Extended families and blended families can be incredibly hard, sometimes, to pull together. With divorce rampant, this is a national problem. Bonding does not occur automatically. Effort must be made. Even with effort, the gears just may not mesh. Could we live with that?
Following my parents' divorce, and my dad died, I lost touch and rapport with my dad's family. Now we are basically strangers; I never see them. When a relationship is basically severed, it can prove (seemingly) impossible to put it back together. This is tragic, to lose touch with your extended family. But it did happen to me.
I have been developing rapport over time with a few members of my wife's family--her sisters and mom, especially. It's not automatic because there are some real cultural differences. Sometimes such differences are exaggerated, though.
I also lost touch with my late mom's family. Well, she broke off relations with them long before she died, partly due to her mental illness and alcoholism, perhaps, and perhaps also because of geographical distance. Then, I am sure there are factors I am not even aware of. Again, this is tragic.
My cultural roots are confused. My dad's family has Jewish roots, my mom's family had Scandinavian roots. I grew up in seeming poverty with my mom, while my extended family on both sides were middle-upper class. There may be a Native American connection on my mother's side, but no one ever acknowledged it. Was it something to hide a long time ago?
Such are the some of the travails associated with a broken family.