A month ago I was at my cousin’s youngest birthday party. My parents were in town. We were all there. Family. La Famiglia!

I know I have touched upon this subject before, but this time it hit a nerve with my cousins. I said I have no one. When my parents are gone, I have no one. I think it upset my cousin’s wife more. I didn’t mean it to be disrespectful or rude, but only the truth. Yes, I know they will be there, but they have their own family’s. In truth I have no one after my parents. Yes I have kids I have adopted as my own, but no one really to call my own.

No children, no nieces, no nephews. Just me. So here is my take on this matter.

I can walk away from people easily. I don’t tie myself to anyone, even my best friends. I am used to being alone. We, as only children, are used to being alone. And in some way I am okay with that. I never really dove into that. Why do I feel more comfort with animals then people? Why I can just distance myself from people that love me? I know there is more to it. And that is what I intend to understand.

But for now, my rough tough cream puff of a dog is not leaving my side as if to say, I have got you mom. And because of that as I embark on my world again with the unknown… I have so got this!