Family Bonds

Over the past few weeks I have been watching my dad be a different person.
He's always asked about our days, but now he is doing it sincerely.
He's spent time with us in the past, but not he's doing it willingly and voluntarily.
He's even spending time alone with my mom.

Reading Never Let Me Go, Brave New World, and beginning 1984 has made me think about just what family bonds are made of.
In Never Let Me Go and Brave New World, the family unit is completely absent, but in 1984, it is depraved and not just meaningless, but almost frightening and a cause for despair.
I never realized how, if I died, no one would care except for my immediate family. I mean, of course my friends, youth pastors, teachers, co-workers, etc, would be affected by it, but they wouldn't wake up crying or wonder "why?" 2 months afterwards. It's cold, but true. In a few months, or weeks even, people would just accept it and move on.