I had dinner with a special group of people last night in a raucous restaurant, people who have become family over the years. Some of us connected to each other in this city because of the fact that we didn’t have family near, some of our group being the ones who do, but who accepted us as family initially because they supported the military but eventually because we all fell in love with each other.
I know, sounds odd, that particular use of the word love.
Yet we’ve left many such “friends who became family” throughout my husband’s career.
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