Tonight there are nine Grafs in the house, plus cousin William and a dog. There are the three of us who live here, my other son and his family of five, my brother visiting from Denver, my grandchildren’s cousin and best friend William, and my grandchildren’s dog. Tomorrow all leave except the dog and me. Babysitting a country dog in the city is not easy. This dog knows not a leash. My son and his family will stop by at night to take the dog back with them.
Taking time for family is good and right. However, today, traveling around with my brother, I realized how much the friends I drive to appointments are like family. I also feel close to some of the people that I email even though I might not see them often. I even felt close to an elderly woman in Afghanistan, Ann Jones, whose article “Here Be Dragons” I put on the Feature Article page today. Recently I have felt close to people I disagree with, or who ignore me and my messages.
All this Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr., Jesus and Dorothy Day stuff about us all being brothers and sisters must be starting to get to me. Thank you Graf family, nine Grafs, William and the dog.
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