By the sea
I have 7 brothers and 4 sisters. We fought, sometimes, still do, but we always remember we're a part of each other, joined by genes, by something more than friendship, by a particular kind of love that only a family really knows and is able to recognize. When push comes to shove, we never forget to hug.
We don't always agree. I'm actually one of the black sheep of the family, especially now. Even so, love of family is still there. Family has roots that friendship doesn't often know, as I'm sure you realize.
God bless and big hugs to you.
The stars will shine when I am gone,
the earth will turn on as before,
the gulls, still race along the shore,
the morning star, still kiss the dawn