A Different Kind Of Love

The first people I learned to love were my family

As a child I was mesmerized by their personalities:  strong yet silly, independent yet communal, fierce yet protective.

As a teenager, I hoped to be my own person, and make my own indelible and unique mark on the world, and to achieve a sort of immortality in deed like no one else in my bloodline.

As an adult who no longer has his parents, I realize that every bit of who they are seems to be ingrained in me, such that should I accomplish anything, it would likely be only as a result of the wonderful traits I inherited from those loved ones.

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