The first Sunday in August brings us American Family Day which celebrates those familial bonds and relationships which makes for a steady anchor of our character and comportment in turbulent times. It is a day for close interpersonal relationships and cherishing those who comprise your family.
The day discourages the giving of gifts unless they are one of your time. I try to spend time with my family because lets face it, we're not getting any younger. I try to savor each and every day with my family. Having lost a biological father as well as a step father I have my mother and siblings left. The losses I have experienced remain an empty hurting deep within, the pain of which I suppress only because life is about getting past things.
I'm sorry to say that there was indeed a time when I took my family for granted. Over the years that attrition secondary to loss of family members and the grief it inspires has imparted a new personal attitude. You don't really know how badly you are going to miss someone until after they are gone. I rue the day I never told my daddy things I needed to say.
The day is said to originate in Arizona but I like to think I came about it after personal epiphany. I love my family and I try not to take them for granted. It wasn't always this way.