Between mental illness and abuse, I have no relationship with family and many have died young. There are others out there. Not having family is something that I always feel. I don’t think age has anything to do with it. In some ways I am jealous of those who have close bonds with their families, those who check in and take care of each other despite differences because they are family. On the other hand, I have some freedom. I can make my own traditions and enjoy peace during the most frenetic holiday season.