It is said that we all get to choose our friends but never our relatives. From the day we are born until the day we die they are part and parcel of the complicated pattern that colors the very fabric of our lives.
When you come to think about it, the fact that you love or hate some or all of your blood relations is less relevant than the simple truth that these people, with their good qualities as well as human failings, are a necessary part of who and what you are. They, from the moment of your birth, are the forces that have helped shape and define you as a person. They provided the reference points, the guideposts that enabled us to navigate through the bewildering complexity that is life.
I have relatives that I wish that God, in his infinite mercy, had not caused to be in this world. But, in the same manner, there also those whose very existence have given me joy, hope and optimism for life.
I have learned to give thanks for both. They are us and we are them.